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Apr 2021
Lives through many doors,
Fill the rooms with memories.
Answer every knock

If Life were a room,
then Death is the door we face.
Fear will paint it black.

One room to what's Next;
Leaving it all behind you.
For in death, New life.

Like walking on through
The door's a tunnel of light
Feels like coming Home.

(Rooms & Doors)
No Fear.
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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