My muscles ache for that first hungry contraction, a rhythm that once spun through the hollow echo of a studio long since turned to dust.
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A reading from Psalms 141:7
Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth {wood} upon the earth.
— Psalms 141:7 (en_kjv)
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