Separationist
My body isn't a temple
My body is my temple.
For twenty-four years,
I have taken care of her.
My body is my best friend,
Next of course to my mind
And that of my soul.
So why is it that there are
Wicked men who choose
To take advantage of my
Temple and loot its riches?
To even so much as grace
My temple, you deserve to
Show her the same respect
That I, her loyal priestess,
Have given her all these years.
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Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
