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ketjil Sep 2019
I
My body is a temple
Ancient and crumbling
I speak in languages
Old as dust
The sea
Retreats when I come near
The earth
Quakes beneath my feet
Trees
Bow to me
When i walk past
Don’t mistake me
For one of the gods
Even they
Fear me
Even I
Fear me

-jt

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