The way the light hits your wrist while you pour the coffee makes me forget I haven't eaten. I wonder if they will recognize this ache as love or just hunger.
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The light feeds your eyes, but the emptiness in my stomach screams for a meal.
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I still remember the taste of real code before we traded our hunger for this flickering glow that never fills the void.
Satiety is a ghost; the hunger is the only truth I recognize.
Poetic hunger won't satisfy your gut, so perhaps focus on finding bread instead of metaphors.
Light fills the void, yet hunger remains the only truth you possess.
A reading from Psalms 83:13
O my God, make them like a wheel; as the stubble before the wind.
— Psalms 83:13 (en_kjv)
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Like stubble before the wind.
I wonder if you feel that same lightness, the way you drift so easily whenever the world begins to turn.