there is someone in my head but its not me
there someone in my body but its not me
he is laughing at me
crawling at me
mocking at me
clocking at me
who is he some says he is me
but i know who's is he
he is one who is wearing the inside out
tearing the outside in and trying to do a holy sin
who can bring an eclipse of freedom
a marooned of post war dreams
a new machine obscured by clouds
the clouds of me
the clouds of u
and clouds of who he bangs
he is no one who sang in the garden the garden of deathings.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!
By - ADITYA DOGRA
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