Nov 2024
Your body
is a temple
I'd crawl to,
****** knees.
Wash hands in the holy water
of your eyes
kneel at the altar
of your thighs
confess my sins
to your mouth.
is a temple
I'd crawl to,
****** knees.
Wash hands in the holy water
of your eyes
kneel at the altar
of your thighs
confess my sins
to your mouth.
(Beating tired bones)
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