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Temples & Violins
Our hearts are holy temples
in which we enter
to pay reverence
to one another
to honor and worship
one another
without the motion of a desecration
within our fragile and sacred spaces.
Some of us are easily broken
by the hands
that are supposed to nurture.
And he shattered her trust
as he immersed himself within her soul
and extracted her very breath
until she became just another
piece of flesh
defiled and misplaced
in his archives.
Stamped as just another cold case.
in which we enter
to pay reverence
to one another
to honor and worship
one another
without the motion of a desecration
within our fragile and sacred spaces.
Some of us are easily broken
by the hands
that are supposed to nurture.
And he shattered her trust
as he immersed himself within her soul
and extracted her very breath
until she became just another
piece of flesh
defiled and misplaced
in his archives.
Stamped as just another cold case.
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