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 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
B Irwin
Our bodies are not temples,
I will not be invaded as such.
We are ecosystems.
Made of grit, blood, and change.
Packed with multitudes of intricacy,
We love like gushing streams.
Wound like thorned bush.
Hurt by humanity like hunted prey.
As we burn, as we are cut down,
As we are wounded, crippled, abused,
We still grow.
there was pain
fear
in your bones
that which gnawed at you
in the
belly of the night
the lord
had to take you away.
Ah
to be your
spider
all webs
and legs
and tasty things
in the parlor
and then when
the eggs
hatch away
it's curtains for
you and me
Your words arrived here
As splendid as could be
Light, funny, dark or romantic
Pondering's, idioms, truths
Or stories told with color or grey
Reposting, sending them
On their way to others eyes
To read and enjoy
It’s with appreciation
For fellow writers
You are poets and you know it
Explanation of being Timetabled

(Thank you to Beautifully Broken for the color and grey reference idea from “Ordinary” and jordan for being dark)
My heart has no exit door.
He who gets in,
Will  be stuck there forever.
My heart has no key.
Try it now
And you will see.
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