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§%†=:,,,,,                   †  †                   ,,,,,:=†%§
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#@#§%†=:,,                    ††                    ,,:=†%§#@#
##@#§%†=:,                                          ,:=†%§#@##
#@#§%†=:,,  in a black rubbery sleep i dream about  ,,:=†%§#@#
@#§%†=:,,,         cold boiling asphalt and         ,,,:=†%§#@
#§%†=:,,,,       crimson emergency flares...        ,,,,:=†%§#
§%†=:,,,,,                                          ,,,,,:=†%§
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#§%†=:,,,,                    ††                    ,,,,:=†%§#
@#§%†=:,,,                                          ,,,:=†%§#@
#@#§%†=:,,    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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