Jumping from buildings,
to dance with the stars.
I need a boost to reach the sun,
and you raise me another eight inches.
Beloved and being loved,
but you too have rubies in your eyes.
So you have intentions like the rest,
as silver seemingly shines the brightest.
Hot and cold,
young and old.
This dollar tree growing strong and tall,
rooting our lives and binding us all.
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