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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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