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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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,,,~-^*£#@ 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. @#£*^-~,,,
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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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