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who, if i cried out, would hear me among the angels' order?

even if they pressed me against their heart, i’d be consumed

for beauty is the terror we endure

while we stand & wonder, we're annihilated

every angel is terrifying.

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John Richmond Spring/Summer, 2004

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‪1984’s most damaged soul in a Porsche. ‬

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#mood #moodboard

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he says, “you always smell like cigarettes

and there’s always whiskey on your breath

but you’re the best that i can do

and i think i love you”

#txt

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A place that feels holy almost.

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Adonis, Selected Poems; “Rag” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

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