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Aug 2015
Red and glinting,
Hot and boiling.

The glowing in the sky,
Caused by stars starting to die.

They explode in a majesty of colors,
And provide wonders in death to others.

Then they fade into black,
Becoming mystery, never coming back.

As the stars burn in their final hours,
Space gains new powers.

A new star, brighter and more elegant,
Is born shining it's light, almost shining fragrant
Shattered Blue Gem
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Shattered Blue Gem
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   Leyla Jude
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