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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   ,,,-~:%£@#
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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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