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Ruins in the shape of a temple
It was arrogant to think my body was a temple,
to believe God can lay in my arms as they flap.
No temple should look like crushed dreams and dirty prayers of how Jacob Banks should be in my bedroom.
It was vain to think this body into something clean, something worthy.
What temple is so tainted with grief
What God lives amongst the blues of my final...