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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 .-~:*%@@##
@@@%%*:~-. .-~:*%%@@@
@@@%%*:~-. 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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