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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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