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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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