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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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