My Body

The last one tore down my temple.
Battered and broken I came to you.
You patched, painted, and fixed
My body, my temple.
You turned the lights back on
With your delicate touch.
You kneel before me
Bearing your soul.
You thrive in my confines.
My body, my temple.

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