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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         ¨.«†§¤@@##
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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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