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No, you have no home.
You are the son of the 
whirling wind
and the smashing waves.
You've laid to waste
on the endless green 
you used to breathe in.
Your home is the shrieking 
sound of closing doors,
your refuge lies with 
drunks and whores.
No, you have no purpose.
Your painful lusts are only 
Excuses;
All have some use and
you've used up all.
Yes, you have an end.
And he'll smile for you, your
one last friend.

Christos Sotiriou is an alumnus of the Law School,  University of Heidelberg, Germany.