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##@£&%;-,,     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    ,,-;%&£@##
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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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