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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   ###††^~,,,
,,~^†£@### 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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