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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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