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@#&$†^=-..             # #===========# #            ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-.     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-..             # #===========# #            ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-.                                          .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. sound... and sure enough, between the    .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. grains there are calls from other        ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. worlds -                                 .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-..                                          ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. distant wailing sirens, coming closer    .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. but staying out of reach... telling me   ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. that something is happening, perfuming   .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. me with someone elses excitement         ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-.                                          .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. the phone ringing, a certain phone from  ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. a job long lost, urging for someone to   .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. pick up                                  ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-.                                          .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-..                                          ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. and at times, when i'm almost drowning   .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. in this metaphorical sand, breathing     ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. it, the veil is next to breached... i    .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. like were they calls from rubbery        .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. birds... deafeningly loud!               ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. but like a mirage, constantly            .-=^†$&#@#
@#&$†^=-.. evaporating and reforming.               ..-=^†$&#@
#@#&$†^=-. and not really touching my eardrums.     .-=^†$&#@#
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