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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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