PERSONAL TERRORISM IS THE SEXI(E)ST FORM OF TERRORISM
This is a poem about the body.
See the body, be the body.
The body is moving
with a body, without a body.
The body has a head.
The head has a brain.
The brain doesn't have
any feelings.
Only the body can feel.
It can feel colors
and it can feel sound.
The body is a poem about this.

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