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Not My Body
I am not my body,
e it wide, be it narrow,
In my bones or in my marrow,
I do not begin
I do not start
at the cellular level,
Nor am I defined by
or end at my skin
‘cuz my existence as self
can never be finite,
when the kingdom of heaven’s within
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