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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 ¨¨,~;§@@##
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##@@§;~,¨¨ 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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