If her eyes searched your soul as you kiss her hand
The melody--a brisque walk through the field.
Will I pay for who I am?
Gentle and forced
Boxed through a conversion into passive aggression
Will I pay for who I've been?
They tell you it doesn't matter
And if I died today-- chased by their description
definition
divination

A sorrow filled with joy and a traveler's lost treasure
Lonely within a seclusion lost in her own
Will we pay for identity?
It means nothing

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