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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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