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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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