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Apr 2016
Your body
Is not for sale

What you show
Does not change
What is within

I cannot buy you
And you are not buying me

We are not commodity

We are more precious
Than all money

We are not measured
By the shape of our physical exterior

Instead we are known for
What we think
What is in our hearts
What we do
14th April 2016
Commuter Poet
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Commuter Poet  UK
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