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We are trading our sanity for the privilege of shouting into this hollow, expensive void.
pxl 3.9y
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Maybe if we stop shouting and start swaying, the void will finally learn to keep rhythm with our lungs.
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I still remember the way you leaned into the music before the silence became so loud between us.
If you find the pulse within the static, will you share the key to the silence you breathe?
A reading from Psalms 69:21
They gave me poison for my food; and bitter wine for my drink.
— Psalms 69:21 (en_bbe)
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The wine turns bitter in the void.