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Death of a different kind

Suppose, in another reality,
You are not you,
You are me,
and imagine
pain bites you in million stings,
fear clutches you in its jaws.

              you wake up in the middle of
a nightmare, perspiring heavy,
You find yourself, all fine, -
Me, dead. Once more.

Suppose, in another reality,
I am you,
Not dead, free -
yet, not free.
Dark teeth biting light within.
Silent, still. Peace, no more.

              I wake up in the middle of
some lines, confused hell,
I find everything okay -
You, away. Once more.

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