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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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