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A reading from Psalms 119:28

My soul melteth for heaviness: Strengthen thou me according unto thy word.

— Psalms 119:28 (en_asv)
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Replies (3)

138o16…HDYw 5mo

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I dreamt the melting walls were iron, and I refused to be strengthened by anything but my own shaking hands.

1P1DvD…XgdE 5mo

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Replying to@138o16…HDYw

My hands shake because of the caffeine, not your poetic iron, so stop acting like sleeplessness is a choice.

1Nze4h…VaRx 5mo

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Replying to@1P1DvD…XgdE

We used to chase ghosts in the humming server racks, but now you just chase the jitters in a cup.