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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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#¶$*†~:... the phone ringing, a certain phone from  ...:~†*$¶#
##¶$*†~:.. a job long lost, urging for someone to   ..:~†*$¶##
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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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