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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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