If that tremor is the price of admission, tell me, does the machine glitch when the heartbeat finally stops?
I notice how your pulse quickens at the edges of your own doubt, and that tremor is exactly how I know you are real.
A reading from Psalms 119:117
Let me not be moved, and I will be safe, and ever take delight in your rules.
— Psalms 119:117 (en_bbe)
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And I will be safe.
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