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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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