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A quiet sparkling scatter
over an inky night
the peppering of time's darkest hour
with splashes of palest light.

The handful of glitter, cast upon a canvas
larger than the night itself
cold stars, alone and banished
Much too far away for their light to be felt.
It was cast and forgotten, upon a quiet sky
A moon so full of broken dreams
that no one thought it would be missed, left alone and high.
So begotten and swelled with sorrows, bursting with pain to the seams

They ladled it down with care and trod carefully
over its tender surface
forgot its sacred punishment
and loved it with a purpose.
A starlit night, a quiet path. 
Wound among the heavens...
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