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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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