When she dreams, she dreams in books
Of imagination flowing through every line
Of words that leap off pages
Unreadable scrawls on every spine
Each subconscious is a mirror
Hers is a winding library
Words she spends each day reading
Widen her dream vocabulary
There are stories and characters
Knowledge absorbed without shame
Reality is the domain of outside
Here fiction and fact read the same
The light is just right, the chair's the right height
Some narratives take the whole night by hook
There may be themes to redeem or stories hidden in seams
All of them, to be read by the girl who dreams in books
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