Astrophile

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Space, such a unique word for a beautiful environment,
The blaring ball of light strikes the eye as we are awakened from our slumber.
The colours swirl to become one, to devour and to accept.
Blue, pink, the shine from the stars, there is no difference when they are combined to create darkness.
Today, there is no bright ball to wake us up; only the heat of a blazing fire yelling at us.
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