CIELO
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Fiction
LGBTQIA+
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Action and Thriller
Psychological
Some heart's understood by words. othere are remembered by music. If melody could speak between faith and fear would it tell the truth you hide? or it would reveal, between who and who the world expects. One soul. two reflection A melody that never lies, where the words devide, music unite. And every kotes ask -- what makes us truly alive? Ceilo plays one Melody- hoping someone will finally listen. the Cello never ask who I should be.
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