Notes From a Bum From the Hymns of Elvis Angel Posted by Roaming Snyder on February 16, 2014 sinew and steel, this corpse that rules the pieces in my eye, measuring peace, measuring its store, measuring the fate that reaches my door. I shout There’s nothing here! … at least nothing worth paying to see. Share this:TwitterTelegramWhatsAppFacebookTumblrPocketPinterestSkypeRedditLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related
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