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¨@@@¨¨@¨¨@ 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 ¨¨@@@@¨¨¨¨
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