In an attic thrift shop
Sensually I owned it
Consciously today removing
Familiarity from my groove
Patterns and colors
Letting go
I feel everything
A blue rainbow
Twice as wide as the sky
I see all the souls
They are useless to me
Damaging
Crippled by ancestries of denial
And blame
Anything can happen to anyone
Anyone can be unwavered
Gathered in the center of the sun
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