Grandma there is an old leak in this building
Shine is what she told me how I knew it could blind.
People search without truly seeking never find.
Rain shame and uncleaned stains press against the brain things change.
Grow old and become happy repressive children version of oneself.
People vary become scary but know never tarry.
Trust oneself to be endowed my God’s covering mercy and light.
Don’t move in fright be bright illuminate your flight.
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