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Nov 2014
Another sweet dream stolen from me
        the morning bare no sympathy
           Each day i awake the same
      Not eager at all to play this game
          A happy face I'm told to wear
       I brush my teeth and comb my hair
       Longing to return to my paradise
  For Even just one last hour would be safice
Eli Seth Salazar
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Eli Seth Salazar  San Antonio
(San Antonio)   
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