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.,-:*&¤@## envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of ##@¤&*:-,.
.,-:*&¤£@# sound... and sure enough, between the #@£¤&*:-,.
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.,-:*&¤£@# worlds - #@£¤&*:-,.
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...,:*&&¤£ distant wailing sirens, coming closer £¤&&*:,...
...,--:*¤£ but staying out of reach... telling me £¤*:--,...
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.,-:&¤£@## 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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