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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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