and i want to have cystals of sugar in my fantasies
and I want to smell cookies in the oven of a hot afternoon
or the bubbling lasagne of romance
I want to feel the hot cardemon tea on my lips
over merging night
and i want to indulge int he delicacy of melting chocolate in a secret place
change the whole me Ya RAb, I want every cell of me to never forget
or regret
anything
I want the whole of me
to become
happier stronger better cleaner
Change the whole of me
I want to grill my sadness away
then only the cool yogurt icecream will be left
somewhere between the 3am blissful darkness of khartoum fairytale and the faint bliush tinge of a heavy refrigerator
will be me
Change the whole of me Ya Rab
change the whole of me Ya Rab
for I want cake but I want it with crazy tastes
and a glistening spoon
not ugly with a plastic fork
I love cake
Ya Rab
I love cake
change the whole of me like good cake
Ya Rab
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