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Dec 2019
These fleeting moments
Fleeing feeling
Just being / next to you now
Is quite unbarable
Not able to touch

Unable to rust
I thought I trusted my own judgement
Do I know myself enough
to trust in how easy it is to sink?
Still I reach for you inside

That **** look in your eyes
Dark strength certain
In fleeting moments
Behind the curtain
Or next to you
Whom I would proudly love
To touch
To kiss
Fleeing feelings
You are so much more
Mean so much to me
Maybe too much for me,

My Unrequited.
Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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