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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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