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#@@&@=/~:¨ 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. ¨¨¨¨:~~/@&
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@&@@==/~:¨ even though there's a foggy quality to ¨:~/==@@&@
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#@@&@=/~:¨ where the machines who made these ¨:~/=@&@@#
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##@&@=/~:¨ sing beautifully. these days it's just ¨:~/=@&@##
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&@/~¨¨¨¨¨¨ i think of the jackdaw i maimed ¨¨¨¨¨¨~/@&
#@@&@=/~:¨ yesterday. i fear the dreaming gate. ¨:~/=@&@@#
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