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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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