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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   ..........
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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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