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I Am Santo

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Bound with liquid, our nectar dissipates slower, receding home to pressed beginnings and contributing to a swirl of uncommon thought blanketing palettes with serene dreams. Legs stretch as tendrils of divine truth, ruby streams searching for escape but pulled back to centers all encompassing. We sleep during the course, lying captive to attractions pulling us unsteadily back home. The simplest path offers little trial, and our spill connects naturally, bleeding us into wholes. #irispad #legs #taketwo #wine #wineglass #shitshot #ohgeeclever #poem #poetry #writing #whatiwantedtodofirst #writer #imageandwords #shadow #alcohol (at Sip)

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