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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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