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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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