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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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