Our souls are like a secret shared
Slowly being divulged to us
A festival of clues and parts
We weave into a destiny of sorts
Calmly accepted and fiercely opposed
If I tell you who I am
And how could I not
It doesn't mean I know
I seem so many selves
A quarrelsome lot of fools
A whirling conclave of birds
A longing to be held and hold
Everyone I meet and say
Your secret's safe with me
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