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#@&¤**«,¨¨                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  ¨¨,«**¤&@#
@&¤**«,¨¨¨                  ¤    ¤                  ¨¨¨,«**¤&@
#@&¤**«,¨¨                  ¤¤  ¤¤                  ¨¨,«**¤&@#
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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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#@&¤**«,¨¨                                          ¨¨,«**¤&@#