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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.     ####$%†~,¨
¨¨,~†%$###                                          ###$%†~,¨¨
¨¨¨,~†%$##                                          ##$%†~,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~†%$#                                          #$%†~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,~†%$                                          $%†~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,~†%                                          %†~,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,~†                                          †~,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨