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†:-~¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨~-:†
$†:-~¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨~-:†$
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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 -                                 ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ 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   ¨¨¨¨¨¨~-:†
$†:-~¨¨¨¨¨ pick up                                  ¨¨¨¨¨~-:†$
¶$†:-~¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨~-:†$¶
#¶$†:-~¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨~-:†$¶#
##¶$†:-~¨¨ and at times, when i'm almost drowning   ¨¨~-:†$¶##
###¶$†:-~¨ in this metaphorical sand, breathing     ¨~-:†$¶###
##¶$†:-~¨¨ it, the veil is next to breached... i    ¨¨~-:†$¶##
#¶$†:-~¨¨¨ hear flutes, sines, repeating themes     ¨¨¨~-:†$¶#
¶$†:-~¨¨¨¨ like were they calls from rubbery        ¨¨¨¨~-:†$¶
$†:-~¨¨¨¨¨ birds... deafeningly loud!               ¨¨¨¨¨~-:†$
†:-~¨¨¨¨¨¨ but like a mirage, constantly            ¨¨¨¨¨¨~-:†
:-~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ evaporating and reforming.               ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~-:
-~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ and not really touching my eardrums.     ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~-
~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨                                          ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨