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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         @@††~,,,,,
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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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