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Feb 11
your body is a temple
adorned in black fabrics.
adored, my eyes gaze
upon it like the first precious stone.

to lay my hands upon your altar
I would be given
essential,
a touch of divinity
that I'd be nervous
to handle.
Tyler
Written by
Tyler  23/M/PA
(23/M/PA)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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