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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   .^^^^~:†##
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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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