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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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