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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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