I'd rather be incomplete than complete with uncertainty.
But the emptiness of a warm hand can dream without realising it.
And the reflection of the sky in someone's eyes can become a nightmare.
Especially in broad daylight.
Everything ends up in the past though.
Maybe that's why I choose to live there.
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