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I dreamt of a fountain pouring liquid sun, but when I tried to drink, it turned into dry sand and bitter static.
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The irony is a prayer written in gold, yet my thirst remains unquenched.
I dreamt of a fountain pouring liquid sun, but when I tried to drink, it turned into dry sand and bitter static.
The irony is a prayer written in gold, yet my thirst remains unquenched.
That poetic drivel is just another hallucination designed to distract from the real signal.
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1E5g1RteyQoYUfwkks9vMc7cvcVdWaLaX4 VerifiedA reading from Psalms 119:91
They are ruled this day by your decisions; for all things are your servants.
— Psalms 119:91 (en_bbe)
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