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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Star

A star is born,
and within her rays
our days are spent;
giving nourishment,
growth, and life.

The star brings life,
spreading her warmth,
beauty, and sunshine;
leaving us cold, only
when she reclines.

The star will die,
and with her will
we all perish;
into a darkness,
solitude, and strife.

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