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A cry heard over the hill
Whispered ‘child what defines you?’
Is it the scars imprinted on your soul?
Or the tear stains engraved on your pillows?
The chaotic words impressed by the ink
Or the poetry that builds walls in your wall?
Still what defines you?
You see you are more than just a stationary case
You are a voice
You express the word you create and imagine.
You form the shady vague refinement in every word and image
You define you.
Show me the path to your essence
For no man can crush the dooms you built.
Like I said you define you
And I guess this is what makes me desire you.
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