My body is a temple. I want to be worshipped by many until I find my loyal devotee.
What's wrong in that ?
( But please don't tell my mother that I think like that. )
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PoetryDive into a raw, free-verse journey into the unfiltered corners of the human mind and heart. Through scattered thoughts, half-finished dreams, and the echoes of late-night reflections, this collection explores the beauty found in imperfection. Each...
