Identity

by Harry

Submitted by pratikboseblog

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It was my home where you came at night
you took my chair
read my books

you never asked my view. . .

Now i am at your home
under the roof of firmament
on the floor of earth
surrounded by your four walls

tears and laughter
hell and heaven

where indeed am i now
can i see my face?
or see you decaying at least?

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