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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        &,&,&,&,&&
,&,&,&,&,& 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   &,&,&,&,,&
,&,&,&,&,& 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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