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#@¤*†*~.,,            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ,,.~*†*¤@#
@¤*†*~.,,,     ## #  # # # FEY BELLS # #  # ## #    ,,,.~*†*¤@
¤*†*~.,,,,            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ,,,,.~*†*¤
*†*~.,,,,,                                          ,,,,,.~*†*
¤*†*~.,,,, 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         ,,,,.~*†*¤
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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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