Granpa
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Remember when I was eight,watching the secrets of the night unveil with sunrise as the dark clouds rolled away?
Remember us chasing the gold of sunset?
Remember teaching me how to hammer nails into wood and to claw out the broken ones?
Damn
How that taught me to prune sadness into smiles
And nail my ruins to a picture perfect soul.
You were seventy
But you became eight years old again.
You taught me to be stubborn,
And swim through the sands of time.
You were my friend
Till I realised you were my grandfather.
_80 secrets_
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