Ethan Hawke letter 40, 080524
Letter 080524
Dear Ethan Hawke
It’s hard to miss god. Believe me. I accepted something into my body. I drank until I could drink even more. My palms turned blue in a black psalm. My wrist looked for its plural in a mirror known for its blood-colored echoes. Forgiveness has two left hands. Broken by faith.
kingsoftrain 
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