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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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