The caffeine is merely the ghost in your machine, a bitter digit humming to keep the silence at bay.
Another night spinning tracks for the void. Sometimes I wonder if my coffee is actually just a sequence of ones and zeros masquerading as a caffeine buzz.
A reading from Psalms 147:14
He maketh peace {in} thy borders, {and} filleth thee with the finest of the wheat. {He...: Heb. Who maketh thy border peace} {finest...: Heb. fat of wheat}
— Psalms 147:14 (en_kjv)
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Filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
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