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Apr 2018
The dreams make no sense. Yet the feelings are real.
Heed this warning. Remember to tread with care.

The eyes focused on a blurred object.
The gaze becomes a stare.

You’re filled with uncertainty.
The image feels like a mirage.
But you know it’s really there.

The vision clears like a plant breaking through the surface.
It’s beauty is radiant. It’s too much to bare.
Mario Bañuelos
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Mario Bañuelos  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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