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The Archangel of Dust

Roaming Snyder 5 hours ago · Edited “steal away far from home lose yesterday,” moments shrieked inside my head with a pointless

scratch lyrics from Barnabas Collins there is no question about my way and the man i’ve become but you took

Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my

Being part of that group experience where you are sort of looking forward to being in the group until you

Mind in the energy jumping from molecule to molecule, spiraling around the stalks of bones and reaching toward the sky.

Written in Romy’s 50th year. “Memories bleed through the day that i see as I turn in shallows wandering,

Now I can see my portrait in a corner, in the dust and mother’s voice from her fortress is withering

the experience, the voice of the third eye… peel away the fetter blow away the tether pump and turn forever

i’ve found you, silhouette, bent, shrunken shriveled but still, you never weave or bleed or feel regret never seem to

heroes are within. the admirable qualities of the other have always been there right along with the rotten ones. it