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| never have the stars meant more to me, glistening, shining beautifully, amidst an almost.... pitch black sky. My stars flicker, infinitely miles away, in one spot.... stationary. Your stars give a harsh glow, mere miles about the earth, constantly moving.... never once stopping. one color given, brightening harshly, randomly placed beneath an orange glow. -daniel Wade |
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