I dreamt of you dying.
In all the vivid ways.
Were you stabbed, or beat up,
Or did I hear your bones crumble between
the concrete wall and the hood of a car.
Were you stricken by a horrible disease,
Struck in the head with a crowbar,
while I stood
What if I knew
that none of these dreams
could ever come true.
for them to,
for there are so many possibilities,
and none of them would ever match mine.
What if I dreamt all of these heinous dreams
for you, my friend,
to stay with me
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