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,,~†%%%%%¤             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            ¤%%%%%†~,,
,,~†%%¤¤¤¤    ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #     ¤¤¤¤%%†~,,
,,~†%%¤@##             # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #            ##@¤%%†~,,
,,~†%%¤¶@#                                          #@¶¤%%†~,,
,,~†%%¤¤¶@ 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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