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,&,&,,&&&,  in a black rubbery sleep i dream about  &,&,,,&&,&
&&&&,&,,&,         cold boiling asphalt and         &&&,,&,&&&
,,,&&&,&&,        crimson emergency flares...       ,,&,&&&,,,
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&&,&&,&&&,    they were tearing down statues, and   &&&&,&&&&,
,&&,&&,,&,  bellowing their manifest, in the rain,  ,,,&&,,,&&
&,&&,&,&&,               in the dark,               ,,&,&,,&,&
&&,&&&&,&,                                          ,&&&&,&&&,
,&&,,,&&&,     and something followed me out, a     &,,,&&,,&&
&,&,,&,,&&  yearning. a memory of being touched by  &,,&,&,&,&
&&&,&&,&,&    a ray from a raspberry sun. still     &,&&&&&&&,
,,&&,&&&&&  there, everything would be gritty and   &&,,,,,,&&
,&,&&,,,,,  full of tar. rain upon it. but then a   ,&,,,,,&,&
&&&,&,,,,,  few bright and colorful anomalies. and  &&,,,,&&&&
,,&&&,,,,,           a promise for more.            ,&,,,&,,,,
,&,,&,,,,&                                          &&,,&&,,,,
&&,&&,,,&,  like waking up with a business card in  ,&,&,&,,,,
,&&,&,,&&&              your pocket...              &&&&&&,,,&
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&&,,&&&,&&  a feather boa wrapped around a velvet   ,,,,&&,&,,
,&,&,,&&,&  lizard, surfacing for milliseconds at a ,,,&,&&&,&
&&&&,&,&&,    time, calling, tugging at my arms.    ,,&&&,,&&&
,,,&&&&,&,   begging me to sink back down and be    ,&,,&,&,,,
,,&,,,&&&& with them, with their kind. easy to get  &&,&&&&,,,
,&&,,&,,,,   washed away from the tether, from the  ,&&,,,&,,,
&,&,&&,,,,               way back up.               &,&,,&&,,,
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,,,&&&,,,&                                          ,,&&&&&,&,
,,&,,&,,&& but i cannot go. the consequences would  ,&,,,,&&&,
,&&,&&,&,,  be too large. especially since i'm in   &&,,,&,,&,
&,&&,&&&,,   the work mill and they've got their    ,&,,&&,&&,
&&,&&,,&,&   eyes on me already. the feeling will   &&,&,&&,&&
,&&,&,&&&&  wane, and i will miss it, and cease to  ,&&&&,&&,,
&,&&&&,,,,        understand. like every day.       &,,,&&,&,,
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