Angel Dust ...

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It is indeed rare to find a person that holds your particular brand of dust...
You know the dust! the same dust that makes up the core fibres of your mind, body and soul.
That dust that when scattered naturally returns to its origin irrespective of time and place or for that matter even circumstance.

A little bit of hope and a little bit of pain got you to open your eyes, an inspired dream gave you the vision and 'Angel Dust' sprinkled by an enlightened soul gave you the means to achieve. It is on such a quest I now find myself. I have met an angel who holds my brand of sprinkle and I am wrestling with the forge to mould my scattered remains into a suit of armour. An object not of desire but rather one of strength and passion to withstand the battles of life. Having unchained the monsters and set them free I calmly fan the fire. Keeping the flame alight to fuel the forge and mould the armour from a battle weary piece of metal into the a glistening testimony to a new start, a new quest and a future.

We have stiched our relationship into a fabric of strength and dignity. With a sprinkling of "Angel Dust" we have pushed and probed our way around a room filled with desire and longing. It is this desire and longing that feeds the soul. Neither of us need saving but rather we wish to share and that sharing holds the key. To the 'Angel' that sprinkled the dust, I thank you and what I can say is though unheard by the ear, it is visible for the eyes to feast upon...

"EU TI AMOR"

(forgive the basic translation but slaying dragons cut into my education on language lessons)

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