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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. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨#
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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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¨¨¨¨¨#¨##¨ we're off the season when the birds ¨¨¨#¨¨#¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨### sing beautifully. these days it's just #¨¨¨#¨¨#¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨#¨# 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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