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May 2020
Behold these Human Dreams of Heaven

Upon every Evening, we Fall like stars to Sleep

And it feels like Dying without but my Dreams,

It’s only Human to Go dying.

But First we must Live / & then / Learn to Fly.

Reach for your Dreams. Everyday reach—For the Sky,

For Heavens—sake. Dream.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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