Bodily Temple

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Your body is a temple

I wander through it, stroking my fingers along its walls

Gasping at the pillars that might still stand

Even if it is crumpled, ivy covered, lost to all

I will find it, explore it, treasure it

I will worship it in a thousand prayers

Let it be inside, I found your soul

The small god that rests inside,

Ready for its release of magic blessings

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