I want a story that I can call mine

If I believe in your myths

Will I receive twelve baskets of bread?

If I eat your lies

Can I feel beauty?

On the holy altar

Can I sleep on cold nights?

Amongst thieves and evil mongers

Would I be gnashing my teeth

If I yell out loud

In your hollow chapels?

Your frankincense surrounds me.

Covers me in your holy attire

The smell of nicotine and damp earth

Freshly brewed coffee and poetry of some long-lost lover.

The music of a woken-up city, sound of neighbor’s yelling, the warden’s last call for dinner

Could I scream in ecstasy?

As I find pleasure

In the deep ravines of my trouser’s

Will you let me, rebuild my lost city?

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