the ivy league

there i am looking at the night, getting lost in the stars.  thinking about how far the par for true hues are.  how slightly bright are the shades of an honest being.  you see it reprised as the past presented in a store before you even get one single foot through the front door.  color wheels spin in a halftone fashion as time tunnels about.   the nova that was once super, excites the core and reaches outward, boring awkwardly through space.  until it finds a being true.  something normally formal, but in a case that's cracked, it funnels back.  appreciate an honest star, someone golden.  the lottery of life leaves us lucky to be revolving around one.  a billion bunch of bullshits evolving around one golden sun, one singular solar stone.  a gem.

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