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.:~==&§@##                  &    &                  ##@§&==~:.
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......:~==    ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #     ==~:......
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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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