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ㅤ  PUISSANCE VERSE ORBITED ALONGSIDE
ㅤ    THE DIRGE: BEFELL IN CONSPICUOUS
ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ     7th OF DECEMBER.  🎞

Jotted down the powerful society embossed by equanimity has already set up for limitless purposes. Threnody entwined within eurythmics once gyrated in between devoid space. Hitherto, six strums guitar and piano chanted to finesse day that endowed for the greatest present has ever happened. The incredible momentum is seized in lyrics for @TheSchmidts, @ReissHousehold, @TheVelthrone, @OdWendissel, @Sarchner, @AnndTeam, @GeislerVoyager. Engrossed this magnificent time where all the euphonious synchronized alongside portraits hung around the wall. There shall commemorate the day where felicity flocked in, witnessing the novelty created by a tangible realm while amalgamated in the serenade. Nonetheless, we are hoping for the endless jollification remarked on your extravagant day.

ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ     𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘴,
ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤ     🖋 @VerseOfArtists.
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ㅤㅤㅤ    glimmers of delight swirl
ㅤㅤㅤ through the breeze today (..✱)
ㅤㅤㅤ07/12. é & luminous star—you!

like a charming melody wrapped in golden radiance, this day gleams with affection, giggles, and the most joyful moments just for you! today, you sparkle even more, growing more dazzling with each passing year. may your day be filled with coziness, tenderness, and boundless bliss! 𑣿

this delicate love note is woven with extra adoration and warmth for the dearest mutual 𐀶 ..

“@reisshousehold, @OdWendissel, @IILLUV and @TheMorvaine”

you are endlessly cherished—today and always. brightest birthday wishes! savor your special day to the fullest! ꣑ৎ

ㅤ❦. @heartchupie
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🏹  …  /  THE DRAWERS, HEAVY WITH ROTE, SEAL THEMSELVES SHUT.

Solitaire motes hang in the slant of December, 7th. Caught between the breath of porch curtains and the quiet decay of yesterday’s date on the wall calendar. Time doesn’t pass here; it settles. 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦—𝘰𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘮. Napolitan tray rests: swirls of strawberry cream bleeding into vanilla reveries and confessions.

This room? Painted in more than pigment. It’s stained with pauses. And not just a day, but an artifact. It’s edged with intentionality: six zines folded like origami prayers slipped through mailslots of blade hearts; @ReissHousehold @FlameOfIgnarev @TheVelthrone aimed not at eyes but ribs. The slow burn: afterglow as methodology. They will return to this date again. Not because they must. But because something 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 refuses extinction. It pulses still ... in subtext, in margins, in ink that smudges like pine.

𝘊𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥,
𝘉𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘫𝘦, @TheCaintje
(𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸.)

PUNK, RADICAL, ANARCHIC. EVERYONE'S EYES ARE ON US. A LEATHER JACKET FULL OF PATCHES, MESSY COLORS (&.) TORN PANTS.

Walking on a skateboard in a way that coincides with today, 7th December. Skateboards aren't just boards to be stepped on, on hot asphalt, gliding as if laughing at the rules that are too narrow for their wild souls. The sound of wheels scraping against concrete is their music, a rhythm of freedom that can't be played on any radio. We wore fiery red over moss green, spray-painted black jackets neon yellow, and slapped purple stickers on scratchy skateboards. It's precisely those random colors that are honest and form courage. So don't underestimate our tattered clothes, there is a soul there that chooses to walk alone; @GeislerVoyager @OdWendissel @ReissHousehold @IILLUV @TheMorvaine @TheSchmidts even though the world keeps pushing it away from the sidewalk. Here's to joining in and celebrating your day in a way that is of your own making, not one that has been made by the talk of others.

Respectly,
@Skateriez. 🛹

ㅤㅤㅤSELENOGRAPH IN OATHE–SPOKEN
ㅤㅤㅤPROCLAMATION FOR JUBILEE (ⓘ.)

Triskelions from bonds who sheathe the liminal interstice between bloom and blight. We abstruse amalgam clawborne elegists, pause our migration through arborescent oubliettes to reify in golden pupils and riven affections. On this votive orbit of your entwinement—@ReissHousehold, @TheSchmidts, @TheVelthrone, @Lucism, @LaMavieVine, @TheVitsyy, @AnndTeam, @GeislerVoyager, @TheDeities, @OdWendissel, @ElRaptore, @Mistlesoir, @sarchner, @FlameOfIgnarev— we intone phrasmancy underneath marrow moons. Your confraternal magnetism soar through our pith-dark silence and wither unuttered ardor. Thereabout, your monthiversary is not time’s tally, but also chronotethered sanctum and feral vows relit. We entreat to your pact our selenolatric genuflection, the augury shaped in vein. May your revenant kinship ignite further happiness, deeper marrowtide, and vaster threnodies.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Lunargent Abyss,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ @TheWyrmharrow

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Harmony of remnants that may be witnessed awakening eloquent. Fenestella portiere were drawn aside, allowing the rays of sunlight that had peeked out timidly. For immerse the viscereous of the dwelling amidst its warmth: acme of dwell enthusiasm.

         Rhythmical mural is utterly
         attached to the pinnacle of
         portcullis soiree: ─── (IV).

Oodles of felicitations and souvenir were scattered far and wide, expressing a sense of happiness over the close togetherness. Embrace this junction with warmth that wraps tightly, blitheness that continues to pursue, and bouyant fortune that is waiting to be revealed as well. Raucous utterance that shout to the gazette that was now rejoice in their solemn jubilee: @FlameOfIgnarev @GeislerVoyager @LaMavieVine @Lucism @Mistlesoir @ReissHousehold @Sarchner @TheDeities @TheSchmidts @TheVelthrone

Mèt liefde Geschreven,
@Berthouven. ♔