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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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