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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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