purest sins


it's not seen, it's not heard
it's not given a word
no, not even a whisper

not a sinner if unknowing
no knowledge - no growing
myself is worth saving
fulfilling the craving
needs need to be covered
no word for another
it's not seen, it's not heard
nor given a word
no, not even a whisper

no crimes are committed
the boundaries knitted
forsake!- the storm is too near
solicitude defeated by fear
witness! but do not remember
only the weakest heart would surrender

it's not seen nor heard
no, not given a word
not even a whisper

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