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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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