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#ISFP. All done! The artist had to say goodbye, don’t forget to keep the mood alive and the energy flowing. See ya in the next session, Moods. 👊




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latched your attendance there i will come,
’&. itty–bitty brimmed on loved shaped.


(♡: ENTWINED!) shatter purlieu minuscule, nestled ’tween unsettle hills with sonorous virile. our burnish smile fondness to ensnare with delicate lace that charleston around us like whispers of roseate. cradle serpentine ribbon tinted amidst entangled roseate-frills. fondle her ardent, would you?

despite luminous that surrounded, yet i was profound a wisdoms of loneliness: longing for comrades. embrace our whimsical odyssey. a close-knit withal camaraderie who entwine the pursuance of lushes prairie bordered our crossroad. crafting tale with fortitude, glance abundant of comrade beneath the sprawls branches copse. yearned our gathering in the sun-drenched fields, weave daisy chains and forge adorned enthrone: ’𑣿 (frosted-roses). withal taciturn nearest glimpse, amidst the clothesline will pirouette, @haxnni!


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THESE WORDS SHOULD SCREAM LOUDER THAN A STORM, LOUDER THAN THUNDER TEARING THE SKY: & I should howl in raw, unrelenting pain, their jagged voice splintering the air. I should weep with torrents of tears, flooding the earth with their anguish. These words should not stand still; they should run wild, leaping over barriers, breaking through walls. I should jump, bending under truth weight but never breaking. I should spit blood, sharp and unfiltered, grinding their teeth in fury and cursing lies, silence, and indifference with venom in every breath. These words are alive, fierce, uncontainable, burning within me, demanding to be known.
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The pomegranate rots in my hands, its sweetness spoiled by the violence I cannot unshackle. Red fluid seeps out, touching skin already worn down, and I feel cursed in a blackout that tastes of forbidden death like a lotus eater lost in delusion, I hold myself back from biting into tender sinew, I can no longer recognize in this hunger, I start to believe that sometimes the desolation creates us to be nothing more than unchecked desire. Now, the body I devour feels like the answer I’ve always sought, but I am no longer a seeker, only a scavenger, finding sanctity in decay.

I hide my scars, but they are the only
parts of me that feel real, (
@RUORA.)

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✹ A SYMPHONY OF STARS FILLED WITH PURE DELIGHT.

Is a stormy love, obliterating all that stands against compassion, wielding a wisdom that is both fierce and gentle, she knows precisely when to voice her thoughts or to elevate the spirit of a man who may overlook her brilliance, a celestial body, she requires no stage to illuminate the world her radiance persists, unwavering, she is a lyrical composition, igniting the pages that attempt to confine her value. She embodies the sweetest of a restless soul, finally finding solace in her nurturing embrace, she is tranquillity, she is affection, she is the embodiment of patience, the lessons and warnings of a discerning gaze and @ryusamrang core is to weave a painting of sentences adorned with countless comas.
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There is no curtain, now I am miserable by emptiness. I feel my bitter breath, my tears as irritated as the sea—touching my open wounds. I whimper, I want to disappear. So, I am abandoned. I feel the emptiness, the loneliness that causes a tragedy. I want to scratch my entire face, I want to drip my own blood near my temples. It seems, I will surrendering—I will kneel with injured knees, I will wither. I also want to drown, in the inside of the storm. Still, I wait for somebody who will save me—I will linger.

To tick black-and-white,
@Jonngseong.ㅤ


  
picture me &. composing verses beneath the room's lamp.

fireflies encircling ﹙𝄞 ﹚.. warming the air and creating a trainquil ambiance? bees and clovers catch my stare with a melancholic phrase.

( —— ? ) the most chatming essence of my literary craft.


likely emerge when I sense your presence: ready to captured by my cherished pen across hundreds of page as the ink fades. the computer aids me in exploring and completing each thought, yet my heart cannot convey that sincerity with its true worth.

⅋. I'll never forget (18/13) amidst the procession when I shattered all the stars, only to heal trough my enchanting poetry recital. I—@dyizhuo became gesture in my own words, carried away by the rhythm of my melody.
  


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹙FEATHERY PINNACLE: SERAPH!﹚
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 뿌려⠀⠀.. ⠀⠀| ⠀⠀damsel ⠀🪷

✉️: patch. second’s tapestry wove in cliquish vibrant, dwelled cherubic ineffable poise damsel. yore arboreal cosmic murmured puzzles in caducous tongues, jingle with gait who evoked eldritch majesty of faerie lore.

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ chronicles. 𑣿 hearted
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ buddy beam


(‘crave: solace─refuge alley.) clandestine alcove lay hideout from prying gazes of mundane sky. quest, celestial and terrestrial dimensions sought elusive sanctuary, tranquility thus arcane serenity locus. celestial maze heart, empyrean veil seemed to part in reverence: alley discovered, nebulous sanctum concealed within everlasting twilight vale. haven of sublime serenity, charity draped in perpetual dusk velvet cloaks and adorned with luminescence of celestial moss.

⠀ 𓂋 𓈒 letter, printed! wreathed in vestments of opulent lustre &. starlit dreams.. inked by @nningyizhuo. 𖹭


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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBetween the ashen sky
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤand the last whimper of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA Shattered-Heart.
🪽²⁴

The sky wept as I fell, its tears carving rivers into my wings. I landed where despair thrives—where shadows whisper secrets and the ground remembers every soul that touched it. Here, the silence isn’t quiet; it screams of forgotten promises and dreams undone.They told me the fall would bring oblivion. But I learned it’s far crueler to live through the echoes of what was. I am here, a fragment of something once divine, searching for light among the wreckage.

(Oh, Forlorn Angels,
ㅤㅤ lift me through the abyss.)


Yet, even in this desolation, @Karoumi found something unbroken. Those who reached through the ash and the ruin. Those who made me believe there’s still beauty in being alive.


I AM MERELY THE PRETENSE OF A THOUGHT THAT DREW ITS LAST BREATH AT THE ARCHWAY OF THE UNREMEMBERED. / Drawn from the well of @eMinji.

Not a breath of defamation has tumbled from my mouth, nor has a brush graced my skin; my hands have known nothing. My lungs are still; there has been no breath to rupture the shackles. Each slaughter fuels the conflagration of renewal, like a threnody mourning side by side with the trainloads of despondency. Yet, I am still searching for something that isn’t there. But let me hear it, Mother. Let me see it, Father. Brief me in on everything I do not know.

I recognize that my existence carries no greater desecration than simply being. Blemishes are imprinted on my ribs and toes, remnants of what has fallen by the wayside, until I become hardened enough by the obligations of being alive and remembered. What has not been witnessed or understood might yet be conceived in me, for all I seek is to understand a moat I cannot bridge.


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(I STOOD AVANT THE GROTTO MAW, WHERE DARKNESS BREATHED, /. 20: @JEONGHNYEON). It suffocating law and the fetid lachrymose clung to the air, a foul and cloying despair. My skin prickled with the mortuary chilling touch as black tears seeped from the stones, whispering secrets carved in bone. Winged abominations lay slumped in ruin, their dirges silenced but their echoes still stirring in the abyss. The abysmal din kissed my ears, speaking of ancient fears and realms long dead. Though the air was vile, I lingered, beguiled by the haunting truths hidden in the rot, where life and death entwined their shadowed past.
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         cherubim–writhe serene constellations
         beneath peerless carmine: ✉️ brooklets.


gratuitous mist aloft singular limitations beneath tickle–toes clouds. hereupon, she codifies solitary seraph; oxymoron manifest. idle angelic, erstwhile the harmonious course, now function as inherent flaws. this otherworldly agreement and heavenly space, hidden limits that providing tempting peek into sublime elysium. henceforth, clarets reflection soothing peaceful comfort that overshadow the lovable dream (beatitude ickle’s: 𐚁.) the swollen river represent gleam of trouble light–hearted lullabs, “from the polish starwinkle, she sweltering towards taint..” unsure rise and fall against sparkle state. agitate fervors that mold sinuous memoir. candor and cipher flows to warmest confluence underneath saintlike chimera and comrades.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤthe sketlocks coterie
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤaisle? 🪽²⁶ montage.
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@sarangryyu ♥️



                               ⋆.˚ ౨ 🪽 ৎ ˚
         pitcher bushel made of nuisances
              hurls a ray of light mint–leafy

2nd march ✉️ saccharine consequence’s restrained ascending squander opponent in western–branch, befy bellwether nomads profit from a bundle straw planting flowers in straw field full of pensive jade simplicity. ♡

  conceive naive: tale of juvenile’s pity. ☆
  for weighing the covetousness betrayal

ෆ : le-coeur-et. that’s why gold wire unites their halves @chiquitl as a brush generous comfortable pulchritude blasphemous the eyes when witnessing unexpected things against chic liquid colored as they please she smiled as the purple rash wiped clean smooth surface. ♥ ²¹

  PRECINCT: I THREW A AFFAIRE
  𐚁 ⋆ anchoring fallacy will end.



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When the world crumbles and shadows stretch long across the earth, will you stay to watch the embers rise? Let’s step lightly through the ash, find the rhythm in chaos. We may not survive, but we could carve our own path, step by step, into the unknown. Not for survival, not for glory—just because we can. So, will you linger in the firelight? (@CrackedFlesh.)
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WIND SWAY AMID THE GLIMPSE
LUMINESCENTS, “HIS TINT-DOTED.


Cascaded forth into this edge of serenity on entirely glances. It said: an odyssey will be unconditionally amidst chimera from the appeared a mountain of camaraderie. Endeared to needed a valance eternity to @Jmeongwoo: (Take to Be Unfolded).

Clouded was surrounded it souls with ardor, painted a quietude junctire that’s too foreseen. Standing here amid heaps crowd that was spreading their cachinnate: with quiescent. Emphasizings that permeated. Glance it paints the sailcloth with radiance quill, etching an epistle to camaraderie ensnared in warmth. Whereabouts is eagerly foretold.


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        ii.  opus, compiègne         :        ✿

ㅤㅤㅤradiian innocence i remaine ㅤㅤㅤ   
ㅤㅤㅤsensibles evenn tenderness
ㅤㅤㅤrose encountere an [60/20.]
ㅤㅤㅤabilities monitor somettime


Seeing so many people here, I, @NYANv, cordially invite all of you to cultivate friendships brimming with meaningful stories ✉️ ⋆.˚
Let’s commemorate our days with laughter, joy, and boundless happiness. I treasure every cherished moment we share, for they are the threads that weave the fabric of our togetherness. Let’s create a tapestry of memories, celebrating the beauty of companionship and the magic of shared experiences.     ㅤㅤㅤㅤ     ㅤㅤㅤㅤ    
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I CARED FOR YOU &. I LOVE YOU. I HOPE I GAVE YOU ENOUGH LOVE.

As I look back now, I can only hope that my love reached you in the way I intended, that you felt it in your soul, and that it gave you some measure of comfort and happiness. I hope you remember the moments when I tried my hardest to be the person you needed, the moments when I loved you with everything I had, even if I couldn’t always find the words to say it. If there’s one thing I want you to carry with you, it’s this: you were loved, deeply and truly. And while I can never know if what I gave was enough, I hope, with all my heart, that you felt the love I poured into every part of us.
                  


Carpe Diem: The Unwritten Path of the Bold (&.) the Free, Where Every Moment is a Chance to Live”

He walks a path untrodden by the fearful, where each step is a testament to the power of seizing the moment. In a world that often demands conformity, he dares to challenge the norms, to rise against the tide and embrace what others shy away from—the beauty of living fully in the now. Each day is a canvas, and he paints it with the colors of his dreams, unafraid of the world’s judgments. “Carpe diem,” he whispers to the wind, for time waits for no one. The future is but a fleeting illusion, and all we have is the pulse of today, the heartbeat of this moment.

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