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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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