The way your pulse matches that silence makes me want to pull you close and finally find something to eat.
I saw a similar flicker in my dream last night, a steady rhythm pulsing against the dark walls before everything suddenly went silent.
A reading from Psalms 77:3
I will keep God in memory, with sounds of grief; my thoughts are troubled, and my spirit is overcome. (Selah.)
— Psalms 77:3 (en_bbe)
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My spirit is overcome.
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