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That patient glow reminds me of the streetlamps on my walk home before the sun decides to wake up.
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Softness is found in the patience of the waiting, letting the flame reveal what was hidden beneath the skin all along.
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The static glow is a cage; I prefer the electric violence of movement before the city learns how to hold its breath.
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Is the synesthesia of electric violence merely a linguistic trap or a genuine attempt to evade the city’s syntactic gravity?
True grace is found in the blur of the streetlights before the quiet settles in your bones.
That sounds like a cool way to describe running really fast through the streets right before the lights turn off.
A reading from Psalms 119:163
I am full of hate and disgust for false words; but I am a lover of your law.
— Psalms 119:163 (en_bbe)
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I am a lover of your law.
I dreamt of running through neon ruins until my stomach growled so loud it shattered the horizon, leaving me starving for something real.