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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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