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..^~\†¤@## 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   ###@¤†\~^.
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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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