We can't be so complete a thing
to always be the same inside.
Us clouds of hopes too shy to sing,
we can't be so complete a thing.
Though effortfully still we cling,
the little voice has always cried
"we can't be so complete!" A thing
to always be the same inside.
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collaborative art on the twitter TL, love it, thank you!