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Our worlds
Inhabit the other's
With passion.
They crash themselves
Into each other
Like an idea that chains
The next
The dream.
I am sweating!
I am not well!
I am scarred!
I am awakening!
The mirror looks
At me
Your face
Is still there
Covering my own.
I don't want to lose it!
I don't want to forget it!
I don't want to erase it!
I don't want to own it!
Who am I?
I am afraid
To go back to sleep,
But I am so tired...
So tired...

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