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,,=***§§*§ 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  #@£§*§*=,,
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,,=*§*§£@# and at times, when i'm almost drowning   #@£§*§*=,,
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,,=*§§£@## 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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