Ethel Cain letter 24, 041925
Letter 041925
Dear Ethel Cain
I heard a song just now and my stomach wept weeping still. I started a band but we all had pianos. Frogs showed their throats to owls stuck looking away. You told me your opposite loved god for making jesus attracted to nothing. After is a place in the wristcutter’s belly.
kingsoftrain 
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