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,&,&,&,,&,                    ^^                    ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                   ^  ^                   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^    ^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                   ^  ^                   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,                    ^^                    ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,  in a black rubbery sleep i dream about  ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,         cold boiling asphalt and         ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,       crimson emergency flares...        ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,                    ^^                    ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^  ^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,                    ^^                    ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,   they were tearing down statues, and    ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,  bellowing their manifest, in the rain,  ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,               in the dark,               ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,     and something followed me out, a     ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,  yearning. a memory of being touched by  ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,     a ray from a raspberry sun. still    ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,  there, everything would be gritty and   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,   full of tar. rain upon it. but then a  ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,  few bright and colorful anomalies. and  ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,           a promise for more.            ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,  like waking up with a business card in  ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,              your pocket...              ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,  a feather boa wrapped around a velvet   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&, lizard, surfacing for milliseconds at a  ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,    time, calling, tugging at my arms.    ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,    begging me to sink back down and be   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,  with them, with their kind. easy to get ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,  washed away from the tether, from the   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,               way back up.               ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,  but i cannot go. the consequences would ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,  be too large. especially since i'm in   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,    the work mill and they've got their   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,   eyes on me already. the feeling will   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,  wane, and i will miss it, and cease to  ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,       understand. like every day.        ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,                                          ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                    ^^                    ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,                   ^  ^                   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^    ^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,,&,                   ^  ^                   ,&,&,&,&,&
,&,&,&,&&,                    ^^                    ,&,&,&,&,&
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