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I Am Santo

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Unfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than these trapped heavens, but blood inevitably slows, heat leaving skin with cold settling into misspoken, startled bursts of confession, errant gleaming truth. Figures drift on unforgiving tides, contorting this way and that to cling to one another among distant parallel days and desires, dreaming of light’s refraction, bending all things into proximity and freeing faith. #irispad #day4 #sept4 #pinch #photoaday #screen #clawed #sun #sunlight #focus #bokeh #light #blur #poem #poetry #writer #writing #literary_imagery (at Disorder)

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