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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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