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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         %†~.,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,.~ 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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