"In the arms of the angel,
Fly away from here,
From this dark, cold hotel room,
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage,
Of your silent reverie.
You’re in the arms of the angel,
May you find some comfort here.” - Sarah McLachlan
The taste:
"Jesus take the bottle
Take it from my hand
I can’t stop drinking on my own"
"A cadre of cherubs cavorting on the tip of my tongue"
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