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A security alarm has been blaring away for at least the last 45 minutes, most likely more than an hour, even an hour and a half.

It's high pitched and piercing. Thankfully I can't hear it in the computer room, as it's in the back of the house and there's enough noise in here from the computers that it doesn't reach. However, my bedroom is in the front of the house. I can hear it very clearly there.

I wandered outside to have a look, and as far as I can tell it's the security alarm on a house further up the road. At least if it was a car alarm I could theoretically call the cops and get it towed away. What's the use of having an alarm if it's going to blare away for an hour and nothing happens? It might make someone robbing their house deaf, but that's about it.

The chances of me getting any sleep while that's going is zero.

I now have an ache in the back of my neck, and another one growing above my left eye.

Fuck.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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