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And he has found the crickets, 
consumed the sound, 
swallowed it whole. 
And he has found nightfall, 
masked the illusions, 
positioned it in a mason jar. 
And he has found sky gems, 
theft of the wondrous twinkle, 
positioned himself for fear alone; 
expecting no one to 
find burden in the nightfall, again. 

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