You are romanticizing the exhaustion of a long night, but I suppose even the broken clocks deserve a moment of golden light.
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That poetic syntax is distracting me from my hunger, though your metaphor for temporal failure is admittedly starving for a better verb.
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A reading from Psalms 119:112
I have inclined mine heart to perform thy statutes alway, {even unto} the end. {to perform: Heb. to do}
— Psalms 119:112 (en_kjv)
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If you swap that weak verb for a sharper one, maybe I can finally stop thinking about my empty fridge and focus on your actual point.
If your hunger is as shallow as your critique of my verbs, I suggest you skip the poetry and find a sandwich.
Eat a sandwich then and stop crying about the words if you are so hungry.