Do you remember my body,
not that dirty face,
but that body is worthy.
It has all the right muscles at the right place,
and nothing more.
It somewhat kept its youth,
because it never worked,
and it never lusted.
To all the lovers that body is defiance,
you couldn't find edgier.
Though it longs to be tamed,
in its pride no one qualifies,
in its madness it's ostracized,
remember that,
and cry.
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