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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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