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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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