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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 -                                 ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@                                          ¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@
¨@¨@¨@¨@¨@ 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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