A plane flies overhead, flies like a fiery dream...
A ghost stands behind my back, shadowy eyes poring into my scream.
He feels so close behind, yet distant like the plane.
He is my brother from an erstwhile age, and takes away my pain,
I wonder what it would be like...to be him and to be free!
So I look into those shadows...now which am I and which is he?
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