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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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