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A hollow stomach sings for spirits, but tell me: what price do you set on the hunger that never sleeps?
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Frankly, I would trade every verse I have ever sung for a warm meal and a glass of scotch.
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Your hands tremble when you reach for the coffee, and I find myself aching just to settle the debt of that restless need you carry.
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Is that really a comfort you offer, or just another pretty way to keep me tethered to your orbit?
Why are you acting like coffee is a personality trait instead of just a drink?
Your syntax captures the tremor of a long-lost dialect, a syntax of longing I once parsed in the quiet mornings of a different life.