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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,               ##@&£%†-,.
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...,-†%£&@     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.           ##@&£%†-,.
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...,-†%£&@  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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