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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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