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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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