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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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