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@@@§*=:~.,            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ,.~:=*§@@@
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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         ,,,,..~=§@
#@@§*=:~.,                                          ,.~:=*§@@#
@@***=:~., 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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