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,,,,~-*†¤¤                    ¤¤                    ¤¤†*-~,,,,
,,,~-*†¤¤@                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  @¤¤†*-~,,,
,,~-*†¤¤@#                  ¤    ¤                  #@¤¤†*-~,,
,~-*†¤¤@##                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  ##@¤¤†*-~,
,,~-*†¤¤@#                    ¤¤                    #@¤¤†*-~,,
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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 -                                 ,,,,,,,,,,
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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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