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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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