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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         ,-=^†§¤###
¤†††††^=-,                                          ,-=^†††††¤
#@#¤§†^=-, 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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