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¨@@@¨¨@¨¨¨ @¨¨¨¨@¨@¨¨
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¨¨¨@@@¨¨@¨ ¨@@¨¨¨¨¨¨@
@¨¨@¨@@¨¨@ ¨@@@¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨@¨¨¨@@@¨¨ %% ¨@¨@@¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨@¨¨@¨@@¨ %% %% ¨¨¨@@@¨¨¨¨
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@¨¨¨¨¨¨@¨¨ # #~~~~~~~~~~~# # ¨¨@@@¨¨@¨@
@@¨¨¨¨¨¨@¨ ## # # # # fey bells # # # ## # ¨¨@¨@@¨¨¨@
¨@@¨¨¨¨¨¨@ # #~~~~~~~~~~~# # ¨¨¨¨@@@¨¨@
¨@@@¨¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨¨¨@¨@@¨¨
¨@¨@@¨¨¨¨¨ 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 ¨¨@¨¨¨¨¨@¨
¨¨¨¨@¨@@¨¨ @¨¨@¨¨¨¨¨@
@¨¨¨¨¨@@@¨ the phone ringing, a certain phone from ¨@¨¨@¨¨¨¨¨
¨@¨¨¨¨@¨@@ a job long lost, urging for someone to ¨¨@¨¨@¨¨¨¨
¨¨@¨¨¨¨¨@@ pick up ¨¨¨@¨¨@¨¨¨
¨¨¨@¨¨¨¨@¨ @¨¨¨@¨¨@¨¨
¨¨¨¨@¨¨¨¨¨ ¨@¨¨¨@¨¨@¨
¨¨¨¨¨@¨¨¨¨ 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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