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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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:~-,,,,,,, a job long lost, urging for someone to ,,,,,,,-~:
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##¤%%:~-,, hear flutes, sines, repeating themes ,,-~:%%¤##
#¤%%:~-,,, like were they calls from rubbery ,,,-~:%%¤#
¤%%:~-,,,, birds... deafeningly loud! ,,,,-~:%%¤
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:~-,,,,,,, and not really touching my eardrums. ,,,,,,,-~:
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