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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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