forgiveness machine
Whatever happened to me isn’t happening now. I can’t take you there. I can’t take you there, but I can be a place. Bruises hold auditions in hell. Every newborn beast sets a record for going the longest without touching the earth. My son was here before we knew he was sick. I don’t talk much. Silence is a color that form hides from shape in a dream where god feels loss for more than three days. There are creatures in heaven that will follow you out.
kingsoftrain 
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