I think I know you
I think we once met
But I've never seen your face
Your look shows my inner thoughts
You fly without wings
Into my deepest thinking
My heart beats when I'm being mischievous
But my ego never let's me give in
You flog my mischievousness
With no scar on my skin
I've always searched where this voice comes from
But found nothing
I just have to give you a name
You will be called my conscience
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I just have to give you a name You will be called my conscience A wonderful poem.