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Refugio
[Mazatlan - La Geria]
are there ghosts of never were?
in a dream I visited the condos on the hill,
started years ago with so many promises,
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surfacing
the upward thrust
full bare
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but never finished, then abandoned
gaping windowless like skulls,
now stripped of everything except the paint |
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unstoppable
then vanish |
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in my dream the place was
populated with spirits.
unquiet and unfulfilled,
they roamed the littered rooms
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like the words
between you and I |
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passed through doorless portals
restlessly searching |
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our bubbles
our bone.
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