your body is not a temple. temples can be destroyed and desacrated. your body is a forest, thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wild-flowers sprouting in the underwood. you will grow back, over and over again, no matter how badly you are devastated.
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
