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I Am Santo

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So many believe it comes with ease, this curl of the lips, the reveal of these artificially strengthened teeth. Nights of correction and discipline, plastic guards pushing straightened lines to appeal. Reaffirming attraction, desirable tendency the bait for suitable match, this clinging hope surrounded every moment as if each laugh was a line cast to […]

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My days rob the air of beauty. My nights steal passion from practice. Sleep comes as mercy to angry stirrings of escape. Distress darkens every corner of mundane rooms. To fail here pronounces common sentence; neither thief nor liar nor cheat, but jailed just the same. The sun insults as the moon dishonors, truths shown […]

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