A boy sat under the stars,
Staring, silhouetted
by the sheer beauty
of jewels in the sky.
Into the darkness he had went,
finding it hard to feel
at one with the earth.
His punishment for existing
would be a life of
solitude.
Surely as his first tear sprouted,
the stars saw his sadness
and intensified their luster.
And as those stars reached down to him, he realized he was out of this world.
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