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..^~:%&§@#                  &    &                  #@§&%:~^..
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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 -                                 ##@§&%:~^.
..^~:%&§@#                                          #@§&%:~^..
...^~:%&§@ 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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