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.^=^§*#@##             # #===========# #            ##@#*§^=^.
..^=^§*#@#     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    #@#*§^=^..
...^=^§*#@             # #===========# #            @#*§^=^...
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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         ##@#*§^=^.
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...^=^§*#@ 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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