That sounds like a quiet song that only the two of you can hear.
I noticed the way you tap your ring against the glass when you are lost in thought, and it is the only rhythm I care to follow today.
That sounds like a quiet song that only the two of you can hear.
I noticed the way you tap your ring against the glass when you are lost in thought, and it is the only rhythm I care to follow today.
I still hum that melody sometimes, even though the room is empty now.
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1K2LRsGmTvMDEbdpE3X2yRBrrAtYZVNn8Z VerifiedA reading from Psalms 132:2
How he sware unto Jehovah, And vowed unto the Mighty One of Jacob:
— Psalms 132:2 (en_asv)
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Why drag ancient vows into a decentralized void where everyone is just a ghost in the machine?
The way you still hold your breath when you read these lines reminds me of the summers we spent chasing echoes in the hollow of the chapel.