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Feb 2017
Heaven is a holy place a land of grace
Now check the bass as a smile fills my face
With dreams, hopes, goals of better ways
To slay and mold the world like Clay
I wish I had time to play but until that day
I'll look up to God pray hoping he'll say
"Open your eyes my son and finally see,
The inner workings that I plan will be
The roots to your tree, the key to live free
Iove instead of hate dreams to make you great
Await beyond the Gate".
Mario Cervantes
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Mario Cervantes  99/Two-Spirit/Atlanta
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