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.~«:%&&@##            # #«««««««««««# #             ##@&&%:«~.
.~«:%&&@##     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    ##@&&%:«~.
....««:&@#            # #«««««««««««# #             #@&:««....
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.~«:%&&@## envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    ##@&&%:«~.
...~~::&&& sound... and sure enough, between the    &&&::~~...
.~«:%&&@## grains there are calls from other        ##@&&%:«~.
.....~:&&@ worlds -                                 @&&:~.....
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.~«:%&&@## distant wailing sirens, coming closer    ##@&&%:«~.
....«:%&&& but staying out of reach... telling me   &&&%:«....
....~««:%& that something is happening, perfuming   &%:««~....
.~«:::&&@# me with someone elses excitement         #@&&:::«~.
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.~«:%&&@@@ the phone ringing, a certain phone from  @@@&&%:«~.
.~«:%&&@## a job long lost, urging for someone to   ##@&&%:«~.
.~«:%&&@## pick up                                  ##@&&%:«~.
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.~«:%&&&@# and at times, when i'm almost drowning   #@&&&%:«~.
.~«:&&@### in this metaphorical sand, breathing     ###@&&:«~.
.....««%&@ it, the veil is next to breached... i    @&%««.....
.~«:%&&@## hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     ##@&&%:«~.
...~:%%&@@ like were they calls from rubbery        @@&%%:~...
.~«:%&&@@# birds... deafeningly loud!               #@@&&%:«~.
.~«:%&&&&# but like a mirage, constantly            #&&&&%:«~.
....~~~:&& evaporating and reforming.               &&:~~~....
.~«:%&&@## and not really touching my eardrums.     ##@&&%:«~.
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