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Apr 2016
1.
One /second/to none
says come, feel the brilliant night's
loud silence for morn.

2.
Bereft of so much,
perfectly imperfect soul,
you're/quite somethin'/ else.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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