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点击复制The sky spills filings of silver;
I keep the smallest spark
It trembles like a shy wren
afraid of my dark
I nest it beside the keys
among ticket stubs and lint
It sleeps like a child
breathing through the seam
Streetlamps feel companioned;
my pocket holds an orbit
It answers the local black
without preaching
At dawn my hand finds it
still lit still kind
Companionship is modest—
a glow you can carry