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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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