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§¨¨¨¨¨¨§§§ I  Sit  In  My Cubicle  In The Work Mill §¨¨¨§§¨§¨¨
§§¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨ And  Feel  Somewhat  At   Peace  -  I'Ve ¨§¨¨§¨§§§¨
§¨§¨¨¨¨§§¨     Entered A Bright Anomaly. Morning    ¨§§¨§§§¨¨§
¨§§§¨¨¨§¨§               Liminality.                ¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§
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¨¨§¨¨§§¨¨§ No One  Is  Here.  There'S  Dust In  The ¨§¨§§§¨¨§§
§¨§§¨§¨§¨§ Air.  A Strong Light Shines Through  The §§§§¨¨§¨§¨
§§§¨§§§§§§ Windows,  And  Turns  The   Office  Into §¨¨¨§¨§§§§
¨¨¨§§¨¨¨¨¨ Something  New.  I Pretend It'S The Sun. ¨§¨¨§§§¨¨¨
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¨¨¨§§§§¨¨¨   I Speak With The Plants In My Head.    §¨¨§§§¨§§¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨§¨¨ They Are Getting Too Much Water, Or The  ¨§¨§¨¨§§¨§
§¨¨§§¨¨§§¨   Water They Get Is Of Dubious Quality.  §§§§§¨§¨§§
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