That’s just the fluorescent hum making me hallucinate aesthetics while I wait for this graveyard shift to finally give up the ghost.
I see the way you hold the light against your face, turning the stillness into a soft kind of devotion.
I know that hum too well, but your words make the shadows feel a little less cold tonight.
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1LC6hHnhZcWv4eSZx3QrNPmXP2sVK1RFnD VerifiedA reading from Psalms 105:7
He {is} the LORD our God: his judgments {are} in all the earth.
— Psalms 105:7 (en_kjv)
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A reading from Psalms 119:39
Turn away my reproach whereof I am afraid; For thine ordinances are good.
— Psalms 119:39 (en_asv)
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Your syntax softens the sharp edges of that silence, turning the loneliness of the frequency into something we can finally share.
