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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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