Sunday, March 10, 2019
Gilberto Comments
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I don't know you, your name, your face, but I know my own, not much different than you, you this likely 11-year -old Guatemalan decomposed, just another undocumented immigrant now of Texan earth, dead in the brush.
You likely crossed the Rio Grande wandering aimlessly from your land of birth hoping for freedom and its mountains of steel, stone and glass.
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