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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   ####§*†-~.
..~-†*§### 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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