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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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