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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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