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May 2020
Making strange sounds **** noises, beneath the covers,
Pompous poots from buffet lanes smells like white supremist ***.
Kamikaze!
Evil ******’ stinks!
Sounds right, smells wrong.
Gung-** to go.
Skechers without Tees sketching out
Smells like Mind -******
Not what’s up. What’s the sound
Of Empty,
The same as plenty
Time enough to Experience it
Heart full of heavy
With nothing at all, spiraling
Down
Drinking Kamikazes
Instead.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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