Ethan Hawke letter 52, 082124
Letter 082124 resident, radar, residue
Dear Ethan Hawke
I’ll eat until my body gives my soul a ghost. An only child prays to an only child and witness murders its sibling observance. The colonizer’s playlist saves an influencer’s life. I don’t have a sister. In one of my wrists.
kingsoftrain 
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