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Sep 2016
When I came down

with the "shakes"

colder than the flu,

I called out your name

But in the dark

down the hallway

you walk fast passed

my open door

with not a care at all...

I hear outside

your Navigator speeds away

you've gone off

to infect the night

cold blooded

as I shiver myself

to exhausted sleep...

In the sickness

there are no dreams.


He left me alone to die
*(State Farm will later tell me why)
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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   SassyJ, --- and Doug Potter
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