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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.   ¨¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨
§¨§§¨¨§¨¨¨ They Are Getting Too Much Water, Or The  ¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨¨
¨¨§§§¨¨§¨¨  Water They Get Is Of Dubious Quality.   ¨¨¨¨¨§¨¨§¨
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