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and to all that is chaotic

Day: June 5, 2017

guarding my soul

tonight
i could totally feel
the breeze of longingness
that has been killing me
for weeks
or months
or years and decades

this body is a dead island

tonight
i could totally immerse
into something forbidden
into something pleasurable
and glorious
and wild

but i would still not—
because
this body’s a holy island

sacred
and i would not let a devil
ruin it

Posted on June 5, 2017May 12, 2020 by misfitsandyou Posted in Poetry Tagged creative writing, poem, sacred Leave a comment
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