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Nov 2018
He carried me lasagna. The
picture was gorgeous - red - not blue - falling into Huxley - on a
orange bed covered with Mexican men outside the window
was slanted - tress - the door opened - a shot gun next
                                                                ­         to flowers...
David Zavala
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David Zavala  30/M/San Antonio
(30/M/San Antonio)   
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