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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 -                                 ##@§*%:-,,
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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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