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He said it would always be what might have been,

a city about to happen, a city never completed,

one that disappeared with hardly a trace, inside

or beneath the outer city, making the outer one—

the one in which we spend our waking hours—

seem pointless and dull. It would always be

a city in the dark, a city so shy that it waited,

dreading the moment that was never to be.

 

*Mark strand

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