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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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^-,,,,,,,, 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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