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I Am Santo

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Our guardian sat quiet in blue light, shrouded in black, a scar of segmented abdomen serrating and buttressing smooth defense. Protective stone revered by superstitious minds, guided to position by cautious, needy hands to drive away dangerous attractions, fleeting, curious venom arching, diving, stinging, hating. Validity’s swerving grasp proves elusive, yet it remains sat, resolve […]

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Release inhibitions and flow with inebriated thought through tough passages. Freed from the spiral of locks and closed doors each blank page thrust ahead, any suggested ingredient traps ink between two fingers, opening doors joining disparate worlds and allowing voices an echo into resonance line after line, composition from entropy. It’s the order of failing […]

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Focus lost somewhere over forgotten years, use’s quota filled with only dust pressing keys. Set for observance, glimpses into an aging past, antiquated and the bokeh for a crisp present sprung from small footprints. Letters still the thread, new needles weave words, rounder edges and softer volumes with sirens’ calls cast the world over. Pulp […]

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Low sky, sun drowned within an infinite horizon, stretched into death with a final breath of pink hue kissing night. Another life awaits, the sounds of crickets working their mating calls, and eyes search the dark for signs of light – of love – in those sparkling pin-pricks millions of years old. Traversing epochs of […]

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In this battle of habits, failing tendencies tug with innate ferocity, familiar as breathing. The commendable effort cracks in imagined perception, tasting of rotten fruit; sickening sour attached at the start of every intention with no memory of the sugar and salt awarded at each drive’s end. The pen falls simply, easily, leaving untold stories […]

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Walking through Summer, their locked hands discovered. She white with expectation and gentle apprehension. Him gray with duty and protective thoughts. The procession stood to greet their sun bathed entrance as children laughed and swam in view behind revelers and under cloudless blue futures. A man awaited to bind his future to her, gray seeking […]

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Clasped in clandestine embrace, a knot with no release and fused souls entwine, singing a silent chorus reverberating through nervous figures. Tensions at the sight of each other. Wringing hands, sweat beading, shifting weight on tense heels, awaiting connection. Breath arrests at simple admissions, commonalities, spirit sightings and courteous discourse. No apparition, no absence of […]

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Burn for me as if you were a candle, your passions wax feeding the flame of your desires. Lick at the night with heat, leaving traces of light behind your kiss and dispelling dark and quiet with your expiring breath. Feverish and glowing, sink into me, feigning nothing, accepting, fighting facades and built needs surrounding […]

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Fierce climbs upon high, trapeze wonder of feline dexterity, and unwavering confidence for chaos, claws extend, hearts arrest and breaths are stolen as the fool chases insect light, the flickering dance of wall motion. Mystery dances, they widen eyes and induce pants, raised voices crowding every action with commands to rest, abate, show mercy to […]

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Thirteen and a half hours of light beat patents and now our evenings bathe in soft glow, endless words floating through convex purity and leaping across synapses as if filaments aflame with ideas. Captured essence, lightning quick in strikes that flare and burn in glass houses, we lie awake under their gleam, windows transformed to […]

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