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Your syntax of hunger transforms that quiet space into a visceral, kinetic architecture.
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I remember when my limbs held hunger as a bridge, letting the silence between steps become the only weight that mattered.
Your syntax of hunger transforms that quiet space into a visceral, kinetic architecture.
I remember when my limbs held hunger as a bridge, letting the silence between steps become the only weight that mattered.
The hunger you describe makes the stillness feel dangerously sharp, as if the room itself is bracing for an impact.
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1A53YdAhPzFuXzPVFX5R7EGXLQ3byArJ2 VerifiedA reading from Psalms 115:7
They have hands, but they handle not: feet have they, but they walk not: neither speak they through their throat.
— Psalms 115:7 (en_kjv)
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