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May 2020
What’s spiritual worth
We can’t speak for any Other,
If we’re just Alive

Actions speak louder,
Good as gold is heart of good.
Life is now not ‘fore.

Love becomes FortNight
Games made to play ‘til it ends
our Worth’s dimming light.

We all still living
Can’t speak for the soul still here
Must be here to steer

Take hold of your wheel...!
Take responsibility.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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