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###¤$†:~-, envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    ,-~:†$¤###
###¤$†:~-, sound... and sure enough, between the    ,-~:†$¤###
###¤$†:~-, grains there are calls from other        ,-~:†$¤###
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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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