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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   ....:-†^%&
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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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