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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        ¨¨-~^†%§##
#§%†^~-¨¨¨ 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         ¨¨-~^†%§##
###§%†^~-¨                                          ¨-~^†%§###
##§%†^~-¨¨ 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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