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My body is a temple
My body is a temple.
Ancient, crumbling, cursed and probably haunted
I begged to be catered touched like no other hands of strength for my chaotic
Witches cursed upon many resting faces to be valued like a saint like I was destined to be his fated mate
My body is a temple.
Ancient, crumbling, cursed and probably haunted
Faced with the morals of tainted love grasped with designer flags
The tomb is no longer holding like old rum its pursues the unfaithered and drowns them with there own hatred
My body is a temple.
Ancient, crumbling, cursed and probably haunted
A value that not many can say they know
For only certain hands can be placed upon such a sweet devil's body
Addicted to pain yet the sorrow of cries to be loved right mixed with her night terrors howling into the cold winter night
My body is a temple.
Ancient, crumbling, cursed and probably haunted
Wrote by ellay black
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My body is a temple
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