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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   ,@@@,@,@@,
@@@,,@@,,, 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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