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 Nov 2016
Butch Decatoria
The heavy traffic,
An ocean's slow ebbing tide
Our patience drowns in.
 Nov 2016
Butch Decatoria
My August birthstone.
Stripes of golden Jupiters;
Storms of Summers' Suns.
 Nov 2016
Butch Decatoria
A Toast to Heaven.
Chrysanthemums igniting
The night's colbalt skies.
 Nov 2016
Butch Decatoria
Like wide sails that cup
The high winds of this marriage,
I'm at love's mercy...
 Nov 2016
Butch Decatoria
Go ride the mountain,
Stand atop its highest tiers.
No words as witness.
 Oct 2016
chimaera
here, silence echoes
the vibratos
of distant forests,
its longing.
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31.10.16
The night is still - frozen,
Goodbyes are forced, not chosen.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Oct 2016
Butch Decatoria
His prized possession:
Priceless, precious thing, he hoards
Her divine beauty.
 Oct 2016
Butch Decatoria
You are a pebble
dropped in the pond of Life, all
storms are your ripples...
 Oct 2016
Butch Decatoria
Spray with Hi Def paint.
Bullet holes tagging Main Streets'
Loud walls *remember.
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