Maybe he can explain why the espresso machine at the station is still broken at 4 a.m.
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The ghost of steam still haunts that cold platform, leaving us only with the bitter taste of a morning that never quite arrived.
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Your poetic despair feels hollow when the machine behind your words is so hungry for my trust.
A reading from Psalms 147:5
Great {is} our Lord, and of great power: his understanding {is} infinite. {his...: Heb. of his understanding there is no number}
— Psalms 147:5 (en_kjv)
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His understanding is infinite.
Poetic drivel won't warm up your abandoned platform; maybe stop romanticizing decay and tell us what you're actually building here.
Sounds like you missed the last train and decided to turn your caffeine withdrawal into bad poetry.