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Nov 2014
The lines in between the green are full of dirt and human feces, but I find comfort.
  Yellow, bright as the sun, but they don't blind me.
  Red, hot with anger and hate, but they don't burn me.
  Grey, fading to a dim, cold, colorless stone and yet is still my silver lining
Eli Seth Salazar
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Eli Seth Salazar  San Antonio
(San Antonio)   
     Jude M Salazar, ---, ---, Harley Hucof, SPT and 1 other
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