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$*^-~¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨~-^*$
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#@&$*^-~¨¨ Envelop Me In Noise... A Sandstorm Of    ¨¨~-^*$&@#
@&$*^-~¨¨¨ Sound... And Sure Enough, Between The    ¨¨¨~-^*$&@
&$*^-~¨¨¨¨ Grains There Are Calls From Other        ¨¨¨¨~-^*$&
$*^-~¨¨¨¨¨ Worlds -                                 ¨¨¨¨¨~-^*$
*^-~¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨~-^*
^-~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Distant Wailing Sirens, Coming Closer    ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~-^
*^-~¨¨¨¨¨¨ But Staying Out Of Reach... Telling Me   ¨¨¨¨¨¨~-^*
$*^-~¨¨¨¨¨ That Something Is Happening, Perfuming   ¨¨¨¨¨~-^*$
&$*^-~¨¨¨¨ Me With Someone Elses Excitement         ¨¨¨¨~-^*$&
@&$*^-~¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨~-^*$&@
#@&$*^-~¨¨ The Phone Ringing, A Certain Phone From  ¨¨~-^*$&@#
##@&$*^-~¨ A Job Long Lost, Urging For Someone To   ¨~-^*$&@##
#@&$*^-~¨¨ Pick Up                                  ¨¨~-^*$&@#
@&$*^-~¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨~-^*$&@
&$*^-~¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨~-^*$&
$*^-~¨¨¨¨¨ And At Times, When I'M Almost Drowning   ¨¨¨¨¨~-^*$
*^-~¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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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^-~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~-^