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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         #@#§*\«~,,
,~«\*§#@##                                          ##@#§*\«~,
,,~«\*§#@# 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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