
You can worship my body
As the temple
Of the goddess.

I kept looking for magic
in the world
and missed my own.

If you want to relate
to the surface level me,
you will miss my deep layers
And the best is within.

The Underworld (Scorpio Poetry)
I visit the underworld
by the hour,
I leave the world,
in the darkness
get lost,
then emerge
renewed.

Your Sin
I'm not a sinner
in your arms,
I'm the sin!
Give in....

The poet
fills his lungs
with art

If you think
I'm beautiful,
I'm not grateful:
You're welcome, though.
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