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Nov 2018
It’s like time being pulled

In opposite directions

Racing forward

Super quick

While at that instance

In the direct opposite of it

Slowing in reverse

Widening space

A vector string

Stretching draining your soul

Dreading the empty

Time pulls  away

This is what is being felt

As life leaves you

Time like a rubber band

Stretched until it snaps

Torn asunder then

A flash of brilliant light

& Waking to the Wonders

Of After.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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