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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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