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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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