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My Home

My body is a sacred space

That I can call my home. 

An amazing housing for my soul

That I’m proud to call my own. 

And although the bookshelves sag a little

And the floorboards aren’t exactly straight

I love this humble home of mine

From the crooked chimney to the squeaky gate. 

Some windows may be cracked

And the kitchen tap may leak

But all these little imperfections 

Are what makes the place unique. 

Just remember that you’re a guest here 

And it’s an honour to be let in

You’re a visitor in my temple

Of lips and eyes and skin. 

So don’t suggest that I redecorate

Or point out what’s amiss

This home is something special 

And I love it as it is

What do you think?

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