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##§§*%^-~. 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 ......-^%§
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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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