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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         ¨¨^»†*§@¶#
##¶@§*†»^¨                                          ¨^»†*§@¶##
#¶@§*†»^¨¨ 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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