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¨¨:=;=$¤@# endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an #@¤$=;=:¨¨
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¨¨¨:=;=$¤@ the air, the path i follow is glowing. @¤$=;=:¨¨¨
¨¨:=;=$¤@# a yellow-green moss has taken hold #@¤$=;=:¨¨
¨:=;=$¤@## where the machines who made these ##@¤$=;=:¨
¨¨:=;=$¤@# tracks once disturbed the clover field. #@¤$=;=:¨¨
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¨¨¨¨:=;=$¤ screeches, or calls for help. ¤$=;=:¨¨¨¨
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¨¨:=;=$¤@# i think of the jackdaw i maimed #@¤$=;=:¨¨
¨:=;=$¤@## yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ##@¤$=;=:¨
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