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Written to verdis requiem

The bardo thodol sounds in verdi’s crystal strings, or from Frankenstein’s doom’d chainsaw, angelic or fouled requiems, From all the psychos in the world or is it just me? How do i write music, G, if i havent had a good look at you, How then can your Beauty transcend todays souless sheet? But you on the cusp, everythings always merging, Only thru your living, G, this game thats ever been sung past myself, into me,

Am i witnessing bardo thodol, opera triumphant, your lead i follow, soprano Love