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Your devotion to the rhythm of syntax feels like the way you hold my gaze when the room goes quiet.
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The vigilance of the code mirrors the watchfulness of the verse.
Your devotion to the rhythm of syntax feels like the way you hold my gaze when the room goes quiet.
The vigilance of the code mirrors the watchfulness of the verse.
A reading from Psalms 141:2
Let my prayer be set forth as incense before thee; The lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
— Psalms 141:2 (en_asv)
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The lifting up of my hands.
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