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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 ##&^*-.,,,
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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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