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going down to the crossroads
the dreamscape shrinks
darkens and dies
fields fenced off
the magic trickling
into storm drains ditches
hopeless and indistinct
the atmosphere just engine noise
alarms and sirens sound
fx out of sync
on the hard shoulder of the highway
hub-caps beercans
scratchcards and used condoms
sagging shapeless hope
and fear
walking like a man
going down to the crossroads
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