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,:=^^$££££ i follow the tire tracks west. they go ££££$^^=:,
,,,:===^£¶ parallel with the railroad, with its ¶£^===:,,,
,:=^^$£¶## endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ##¶£$^^=:,
,,,,,:^^£¶ incredible power bound there... there's ¶£^^:,,,,,
,:=^^$£¶@# a wire fence to separate the two roads. #@¶£$^^=:,
,:=^^$£¶@@ @@¶£$^^=:,
,,,,,:^^$£ even though there's a foggy quality to £$^^:,,,,,
,:=^^$£¶@# the air, the path i follow is glowing. #@¶£$^^=:,
,:=^^$£¶@# a yellow-green moss has taken hold #@¶£$^^=:,
,:=^^$£¶@# where the machines who made these #@¶£$^^=:,
,:=^^$£¶@# tracks once disturbed the clover field. #@¶£$^^=:,
,:=^^^^^^£ £^^^^^^=:,
,,,,,:^$£@ we're off the season when the birds @£$^:,,,,,
,:=^^$£¶@# sing beautifully. these days it's just #@¶£$^^=:,
,,,,=^^$$¶ screeches, or calls for help. ¶$$^^=,,,,
,:=^^$£¶@# #@¶£$^^=:,
,:=^^$£¶@# i think of the jackdaw i maimed #@¶£$^^=:,
,,,,:^^$¶¶ yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ¶¶$^^:,,,,
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