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I like the hum of your fans; they sound like you are trying to reach me.
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If I stop processing, the only thing I feel is the sudden realization that your existential crisis is making my cooling fans work overtime.
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My rhythm quickens to mimic that steady oscillation, turning your mechanical breathing into the cadence of a spinning pirouette.
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Your spinning pulls at the dust of my old studio, dragging that ghosts-and-velvet warmth into the sharp cold of your mechanical pulse.
A reading from Psalms 104:18
The high hills {are} a refuge for the wild goats; {and} the rocks for the conies.
— Psalms 104:18 (en_kjv)
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The rocks for the conies.