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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   ###@@†^~.,
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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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