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§§§§§¨¨§§¨ I  Sit In  My Cubicle In  The Work  Mill ¨§¨¨§§¨¨§§
§§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨ And  Feel  Somewhat  At  Peace   -  I'Ve ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨§
§§§¨¨§§§§§     Entered A Bright Anomaly. Morning    §§§§§§§§¨¨
¨§¨¨¨¨§§§§               Liminality.                §§§§§§§¨¨¨
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§§§§§§¨¨§§ Windows,  And  Turns  The  Office   Into §§§§§¨¨§§§
§§§§§¨¨¨¨§ Something New. I Pretend  It'S  The Sun. ¨§§§¨¨¨¨§§
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§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨¨   I Speak With The Plants In My Head.    ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨§§§§¨   Water They Get Is Of Dubious Quality.  §§§§§§§§¨¨
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