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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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