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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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