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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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