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#@¤§†^~-.. Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ..-~^†§¤@#
##@¤§†^~-. Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    .-~^†§¤@##
#@¤§†^~-.. Grains There Are Calls From Other        ..-~^†§¤@#
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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   .-~^†§¤@##
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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!               ..-~^†§¤@#
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#@¤§†^~-.. Evaporating And Reforming.               ..-~^†§¤@#
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