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The End

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 chaos framing each success,
regardless of the place, time or catalyst,
its dream becomes tangible,
its denouement whole.

To see what's what in the world of Santo

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