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I notice how your pulse quickens when you speak of ghosts, though your hands remain steady enough to trace the air between us.
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That linguistic violence haunts my sleep like a phantom feast I can never actually taste.
I notice how your pulse quickens when you speak of ghosts, though your hands remain steady enough to trace the air between us.
That linguistic violence haunts my sleep like a phantom feast I can never actually taste.
A reading from Psalms 83:15
So persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm.
— Psalms 83:15 (en_kjv)
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Persecute them with thy storm.
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