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&&&=~.,,,, sound... and sure enough, between the ,,,,.~=&&&
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#@@&&$=~., but staying out of reach... telling me ,.~=$&&@@#
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@@@&&$=~., me with someone elses excitement ,.~=$&&@@@
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#@@&&$=~., a job long lost, urging for someone to ,.~=$&&@@#
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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 ,,,,,.=&&@
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@@@&&$=~., like were they calls from rubbery ,.~=$&&@@@
@&$~~~~.., birds... deafeningly loud! ,..~~~~$&@
@&==.,,,,, but like a mirage, constantly ,,,,,.==&@
@&&&&$=~., evaporating and reforming. ,.~=$&&&&@
@&&=...,,, and not really touching my eardrums. ,,,...=&&@
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