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I Am Santo

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Folly is the rakish thought, The waved saber at entropy, That growth would permit A gentle or linear path. No. These shades of today In their antediluvian assertion Stretch pallid beliefs Like worn out skin Across bones aching from experience And each limping step Into tomorrow Quivers with unattended reason, A dogged journey through dust-stained […]

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