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...~=†=&&#     ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #    #&&=†=~...
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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   ..........
.......... 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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