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¨.~*^@¤¶## # #~~~~~~~~~~~# # ##¶¤@^*~.¨
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¨¨¨¨~^@¤¤# sound... and sure enough, between the #¤¤@^~¨¨¨¨
¨.~*^^^@¤# grains there are calls from other #¤@^^^*~.¨
¨.~*^@¤¶¶¶ worlds - ¶¶¶¤@^*~.¨
¨.~*^@¤### ###¤@^*~.¨
¨.~*^@¤¶## 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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¨.~*^@¤¶¶¶ a job long lost, urging for someone to ¶¶¶¤@^*~.¨
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¨¨...~^^¤# #¤^^~...¨¨
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¨.~*^@¤¶¶¶ 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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