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¶¶&&†-,,,,     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    ,,,,-†&&¶¶
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##@§&§†-,,                                          ,,-†§&§@##
¶&&&†-,,,, envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    ,,,,-†&&&¶
#@¶§&§†-,, sound... and sure enough, between the    ,,-†§&§¶@#
#@¶§&§†-,, grains there are calls from other        ,,-†§&§¶@#
¶¶¶§&§†-,, worlds -                                 ,,-†§&§¶¶¶
##@¶&§†-,,                                          ,,-†§&¶@##
#@¶§&§†-,, 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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