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Jul 2020
I is for the intonations
Invitingly as human
Imagine our imperfections' illusory connotation
As derivative as medications
For dreamless infarctions
I is unimportant as the quarks
Our atomic precipices
Sleep hence frightening
Mad unrestlessness
I is for irksome individuality
Askance and inhumane
In conclaves of murderous murmurs of erudites
Godly Invictus convictus
Power Interest can't reverse dust
Indivisible I
Is for interference,
Incarcerated indemnity
Futility of cages.
I the innerchild rages,
The living planet ablaze
Heaven lost in ashes
A maze of biblical haze
I is for indifferent
Intoxicated in ****** traipsing
Lost to immovable beliefs
Ashes of illusions
Masters of dust.
I is for the inexplicable
Imperfect human love.
Indivisible.
In who's god to trust,
Soul sucker preacher?
I is for illuminations
Truth as teacher.
Light life proven
Man still individual
Dangerous a shrewd
Creature.
Vaccinate bad teachers,
Pledge allegiance to the truth.
We all learn --life is our school
Don't hurry back, it's not safe.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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