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@@@@,@@@@@                    ££                    @,,,,,@@@,
,,,@@,,,,@                  ££  ££                  @,,,,@,,@@
,,@,@,,,@@                  £    £                  @,,,@@,@,@
,@@@@,,@,,                  ££  ££                  @,,@,@@@@@
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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 -                                 ,@@,@@@@@@
@,@,,@,@,,                                          @,@@,,,,,@
@@@,@@@@,, distant wailing sirens, coming closer    @@,@,,,,@,
,,@@,,,@,, but staying out of reach... telling me   ,@@@,,,@@@
,@,@,,@@,@ that something is happening, perfuming   @,,@,,@,,@
@@@@,@,@@@ me with someone elses excitement         @,@@,@@,@@
,,,@@@@,,@                                          @@,@@,@@,,
,,@,,,@,@@ 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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