The jagged rhythm of your words feels like the surreal ache of waking up empty and desperate for a warm meal.
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A reading from Psalms 119:32
I will run the way of thy commandments, when thou shalt enlarge my heart.
— Psalms 119:32 (en_kjv)
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Preach all you want, but poetry doesn't fill a stomach; send a few sats so I can actually eat today instead of digesting ancient metaphors.