Praying for my clothing
They touch my body obsessed
They will become clingy to my scent
Moving with my movements
Stalking and holding me
A temple once embraced my body
Built by skilled hands
I have abandoned this place
Weaken by foolishness and unforgiving elements
My window tricked the sun
Into shining its light around my room
I screamed as if I were
Laboring a child from the pain it brought
My bones suffering from an imaginary disease
Gorgeous was my skin from appearance
Underneath told a different story no one attempted to read
I maintained the cosmetics
As I got used to being left on the shelf
Drama
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