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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   ,,,,,,,,,-
,,,,,,,,,, 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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