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####**^=:. envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    .:=^**####
####**^=:. sound... and sure enough, between the    .:=^**####
####**^=:. grains there are calls from other        .:=^**####
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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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