strangers
zeroworld
sistrivonna
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AT
172
DF
136
SP
156
HP
152
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perfect pitch
no. 018
Although, your eventual triumph and the slice of your touch did not sour our songs. Even as you slid diodedes right into our fatty whaleflesh, audiences filled opera halls...because the screams that came out were such music, mechanically extracted and projected over the light shapes so you never saw the tortureshow behind the curtains blue and blue.
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  • resonant opera singing in an unfathomably mellifluous language.
  • in the silence of a sweetly sustained note, lonely crying goes unnoticed.
  • a sonorous symphony of trills and cantezzanzos.