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##@@£%;«,, sound... and sure enough, between the    ,,«;%£@@##
#@@£%;«,,, grains there are calls from other        ,,,«;%£@@#
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@@£%;«,,,, 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   ,,,,«;%£@@
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##@@£%;«,, 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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