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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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