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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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