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##¶&$†;~:¨                                          ¨:~;†$&¶##
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&&†;:::¨¨¨    ## #  # # # fey bells # #  # ## #     ¨¨¨:::;†&&
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##¶&$†;~:¨                                          ¨:~;†$&¶##
#&&††~:¨¨¨ envelop me in noise... a sandstorm of    ¨¨¨:~††&&#
##¶&$†;~:¨ sound... and sure enough, between the    ¨:~;†$&¶##
##¶&$†;~:¨ grains there are calls from other        ¨:~;†$&¶##
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¶$$†~~::¨¨                                          ¨¨::~~†$$¶
&$$$$†;~:¨ distant wailing sirens, coming closer    ¨:~;†$$$$&
###¶&$†;~¨ but staying out of reach... telling me   ¨~;†$&¶###
¶$†;:¨¨¨¨¨ that something is happening, perfuming   ¨¨¨¨¨:;†$¶
&&&$;;;~:¨ me with someone elses excitement         ¨:~;;;$&&&
##¶&$†;~:¨                                          ¨:~;†$&¶##
##¶&$†;~:¨ the phone ringing, a certain phone from  ¨:~;†$&¶##
#¶&$†;;~:¨ a job long lost, urging for someone to   ¨:~;;†$&¶#
##¶&$†;~:¨ pick up                                  ¨:~;†$&¶##
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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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