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May 2020
If you have it...
Love within, around, or about,
Pray, Let it be true—few may also pray
For you,
Send GetWell cards to you, gaudy
Flowers and colorful balloons
While others will not
Believe you
Say you’re unworthy, unkindly becoming
Abrasive with cunning / biting
Words to cut you deep
Confrontational mouths outnumbering
Louder than you, wanting to leave...
Infectious Doubt now hovering
It’s clouds covering a gathering fury
Ire of grey and storms a flurry
Curtains close
The light of Day away
Sun behind the dark dismay
Though rays not seen or warmth reflected
Absent from eyes but nay the mind
Knowing tomorrow will be on time…
Respect it.

Tho the day star sun hides behind clouds,
Mouths loud with discontent
Spreading contagion, sickness of soul
Numbing the heart of love,
Like sight with emotional blindness
Life unfeeling, soul depleted—man un being
And misguided...
If you are certain of this love you know
Seeing is truly as belief is yours
Don’t read too much into it, cuz
Don’t be a fool, but be one for Love
If that Love loves you too.
Here’s hoping, crossing our fingers—for True...

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Butch Decatoria
Written by
Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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       Jamadhi Verse and MS Anjaan
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