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M .   E .   U r i b e  
S a n a t o r i u m 


The          empty        hospital

doesn’t seem so empty

when I whistle down the corridor

and keep my eyes on the linoleum.


The stretchers are nice for naps—

They    g l i d e     on the floor on their own—

my own guided tour—


if there was music

I think I could stay here.


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