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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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