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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        #§^*-,....
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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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