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,,:~†*%§##            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ##§%*†~:,,
,:~†*%§###    ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #     ###§%*†~:,
,,:~†*%§##            # #~~~~~~~~~~~# #             ##§%*†~:,,
,:~†*%§###                                          ###§%*†~:,
,,:~†*%§## 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         ##§%*†~:,,
,:~†*%§###                                          ###§%*†~:,
,,:~†*%§## 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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