You're famous for your beauty, that much I'll admit. Your blue eyes shine like stars in the sky, looking down at the mess of me you've made. They change colors curiously, as you near the end of your lifetime, morphing into a gradient of hots and colds. Robin's egg blue to amber orange, royal purple to pitch black. A spectacular show; you put Vegas to shame. But pretty boy, never forget, you're just another Colorado sunset.
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What can I say? He's still good for inspiration.
