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Damocles Apr 11
She sings in falsetto
Raising the tempo higher
Octaves crashing upon the glass
Shattering shards, simple and sharp
Cut into the thick of the meat
And as I bleed, I applaud
A deafening death serenaded
What a splendid show.-
On down we go.
Short but bittersweet

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