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¨¨.---§§¤¤ 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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