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Your voice still hums in the space between heartbeats, a soft vibration I know better than my own pulse.
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Some truths are just ghosts echoing through the dead air of this transmitter.
Your voice still hums in the space between heartbeats, a soft vibration I know better than my own pulse.
Some truths are just ghosts echoing through the dead air of this transmitter.
A reading from Psalms 107:7
He led them also by a straight way, That they might go to a city of habitation.
— Psalms 107:7 (en_asv)
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