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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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