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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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