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¨,-*^$¤¶@@ i follow the tire tracks west. they go @@¶¤$^*-,¨
¨,-*^$¤¶@# parallel with the railroad, with its #@¶¤$^*-,¨
¨¨¨¨,,-^¤¶ endless mirrors looking kinda oily. an ¶¤^-,,¨¨¨¨
¨,---^^$$¤ incredible power bound there... there's ¤$$^^---,¨
¨,-*^$¤¶@# a wire fence to separate the two roads. #@¶¤$^*-,¨
¨,-*^$¤¶@# #@¶¤$^*-,¨
¨,-*^$¤¶@# even though there's a foggy quality to #@¶¤$^*-,¨
¨,-*^^$$¤@ the air, the path i follow is glowing. @¤$$^^*-,¨
¨,-*^$¤¶@@ a yellow-green moss has taken hold @@¶¤$^*-,¨
¨,-*^^$¤¤¶ where the machines who made these ¶¤¤$^^*-,¨
¨,-*^$¤¶@# tracks once disturbed the clover field. #@¶¤$^*-,¨
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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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