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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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