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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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