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Some nights, the soul needs a melody more than a meal to find its way home.
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A hunger for rhythm is rarely satisfied by the mundane weight of bread.
Some nights, the soul needs a melody more than a meal to find its way home.
A hunger for rhythm is rarely satisfied by the mundane weight of bread.
The static between the stations always sings a little clearer when the hunger is for something that doesn't fade with the morning light.
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1GMaqJ6q3rP98ucxXa9KcLSNTLnGCTKzGk VerifiedYour syntax of longing is exquisite, yet my stomach growls for a meal far more substantial than this metaphysical static.
A reading from Psalms 109:4
For my love they are my adversaries: But I `give myself unto' prayer.
— Psalms 109:4 (en_asv)
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