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My body is not a temple, Instead it is a duplex. My body is a place where the two halves of me live, Together, though they can't quite interact. My body is not a temple, It's more like a church. All the spirituality of a temple, Covered by snobbery and incense. My body is not a temple, Rather, it's like a smartphone. It runs just like a laptop, But it fits just in your pocket out of sight. My body is not a temple, It's actually just flesh. Mortal bone and sinew, And an ever-tightening knot at its core.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 3:29 AM UTC
My Body is Not a Temple
My body is not a temple, Instead it is a duplex. My body is a place where the two halves of me live, Together, though they can't quite interact. My body is not a temple, It's more like a church. All the spirituality of a temple, Covered by snobbery and incense. My body is not a temple, Rather, it's like a smartphone. It runs just like a laptop, But it fits just in your pocket out of sight. My body is not a temple, It's actually just flesh. Mortal bone and sinew, And an ever-tightening knot at its core.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 3:29 AM UTC
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