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#%*^~-,,,,                  %    %                  ,,,,-~^*%#
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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        ,,,,,,,,,,
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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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