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My bodies a temple,

yes I have hills and plains

my body a mold all girls wish to have

a sea men wish to swim

I am not your queen

nor am i your love

my soul is trapped in a world i dont belong

filled with heroes and gods

a childs haven

safe in my head

my heart is a liar

he beats for no one

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