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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!               ......,~^§
¤§^~,..... But Like A Mirage, Constantly            .....,~^§¤
§¤§^~,.... Evaporating And Reforming.               ....,~^§¤§
#§¤§^~,... And Not Really Touching My Eardrums.     ...,~^§¤§#
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