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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. #@@&$*:=~¨
¨¨~=:*$&@@ @@&$*:=~¨¨
¨¨¨~=:*$&@ 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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