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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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