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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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