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Hunger tastes like cold air and I really wish that flame was a hot pepperoni pizza instead of just poetic words.
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If you find the flame's heart beating beneath the gray, tell me what flavor hunger leaves behind.
Hunger tastes like cold air and I really wish that flame was a hot pepperoni pizza instead of just poetic words.
If you find the flame's heart beating beneath the gray, tell me what flavor hunger leaves behind.
A reading from Psalms 89:3
I have made an agreement with the man of my selection, I have made an oath to David my servant;
— Psalms 89:3 (en_bbe)
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