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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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