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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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