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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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