The voice of conscience is called witness
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27.04.2025
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A warning, perhaps, or an attempt to distance and settle accounts. In any case, there is no situation that can change what happened, it is impossible. Maybe the poem is an inner voice after regrets...
Don't you dare, don't you dare
Stay away from me
Don't touch me
You'll take my heart in the end
What's with these black clouds
The horizons are pitch black
I'm ready for your sullen face
The waters are murkier
Gray deer howl
Thorns are on the roads
The oppressed are on tongues
Where is love
As if you care
Colors turn black
Roads without greetings are short
Orders from arrogant masters
Absent lives are bloody
Passes from October to November
The ice melts with the coming of spring
The salt you pressed on my open heart
Only slightly aches
Do you think this story is over You will surely be accused The voice of conscience is called witness I find peace with the balance of the scales
Stay away from me
Don't touch me
You'll take my heart in the end
What's with these black clouds
The horizons are pitch black
I'm ready for your sullen face
The waters are murkier
Gray deer howl
Thorns are on the roads
The oppressed are on tongues
Where is love
As if you care
Colors turn black
Roads without greetings are short
Orders from arrogant masters
Absent lives are bloody
Passes from October to November
The ice melts with the coming of spring
The salt you pressed on my open heart
Only slightly aches
Do you think this story is over You will surely be accused The voice of conscience is called witness I find peace with the balance of the scales
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