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You said — take off your armor, I obeyed — now I'm burning, Didn't notice the blade, But my hand didn't waver. You drove it in to the hilt, So pleasant to die, Pretending it doesn't matter, And to fly like a spark to the bottom. To shatter into pieces, And squeeze the vise tighter, To hear bones crunching on ice, But no one will ever understand. Arise, my Queen, Put on your armor, Lunge to the right, lunge to the left, A dance with the abyss on the edge. I watched you Without a visor, without a shield, Thought — your light would warm me, Turns out — it was sweet delusion. You whispered — I'm your peace, Turns out — it was for slaughter, Every breath with you — like a knife, But you lie so beautifully. I am now — shards of ice, They can be glued — as always: Cracks glisten in the night, No matter how you hide — the rays are visible. Arise, my Queen, Put on your armor, Lunge to the right, lunge to the left, A dance with the abyss on the edge. At the bottom, there's no one, Except the echo of my own Voice that called for you, Where emptiness used to ring. I look into the broken ice — My face drifts within it, I recognize — I don't recognize: Which one of us two is captive?
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You said — take off your armor, I obeyed — now I'm burning, Didn't notice the blade, But my hand didn't waver. You drove it in to the hilt, So pleasant to die, Pretending it doesn't matter, And to fly like a spark to the bottom. To shatter into pieces, And squeeze the vise tighter, To hear bones crunching on ice, But no one will ever understan...Читать больше