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Sep 2016
Now bold to keep hold
of child idle wishes,

when in all a boy's life
the bliss is true in kisses.

Verbose promises mostly misses.

What is corporeal is made real
in beloved eyes' appeal

yet just one is giving deepnesses,
heaven half realized in their weaknesses.

A sunken heart congeals.

Framed in little honest pictorial pieces.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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