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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 - ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,. .,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,.- 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 ##@&@§†-.,
,,.-†§@&@# #@&@§†-.,,
,,,.-†§@&@ @&@§†-.,,,
,,,,.-†§@& 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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,,,,,,,.-† †-.,,,,,,,
,,,,,,.-†§ §†-.,,,,,,
,,,,,.-†§@ @§†-.,,,,,
,,,,.-†§@& &@§†-.,,,,