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{sanctuary} micah olin For the precious sake of his sorrowful Passion, I am lost. These places. I puke a bit much so I mainline Ginger~Ale. I am a bit much. Then the chills shoot majestically through my hoody & I, airborne, have the sniffles & read Spideyman as sunbeams cut across my abdomen on the pew. Also in a place like that, everywhere we are, it’s too hard not to be beautiful. |
