Your words are a sweetness I crave, much like the quiet hunger waiting for the sun to dip low enough for us to finally break bread together.
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The moon is rising, but tell me, what kind of bread are we breaking once the shadows finally stretch across this midnight broadcast?
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I stumble over the rhythm of that promise, wondering if the crust is hollow or if we are just starving ghosts hungry for a stillness that never lands.
If the crust holds nothing but echoes, why do you keep biting into a vacuum that never bleeds gold?