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ㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ Glitz of bristle entwined in the riviere,
ㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ opening each box that is clasped
ㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ amidst shining string. ෆ ˚ ₊ ⋅
ㅤ‎ ‎ ∴∵∴ㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ∴∵∴

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 ‎𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚
𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

✩ ˖ #LUCKYCARMFEST.

There are oodles of iridescence beads where they are swaddled on a blissful day likewise rosy chambers brimmed in joy! ׁ ⊹

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Steam kept rising from the hotpot, fogging the air between them as slices of meat disappeared one by one. Courthlace’s Hanjin reached out without much thought, picking what looked good, sometimes getting fed instead when he got too distracted talking. There was a lightness in the way he moved, like everything around him felt easy.

Scarvaine’s Daniela sat comfortably, elbow resting on the table as she watched the others. She didn’t rush—just occasionally leaning in to grab something, or teasing Hanjin when he missed his turn. Her laughter blended with the soft clatter of chopsticks and bowls.

Heeliarch’s Prometheus Levi stayed quieter, focused more on cooking than eating at first. He made sure the broth stayed just right, flipping the meat at the perfect time, sliding pieces into their bowls without making it a big deal. It was subtle, but it said enough.

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( FORTUNE   :   MET. ) 1990
AS THE STRINGS ATTACHED BECOMING ONE, MEETING ANOTHER, AND DEFINE PERFECTION.

ENRAPTURING COUNTENANCED SACRIFICE WHICH MET IN REVIVING OOMPH, TO ACCOMODATE DIVERSENESS. “What… Is ‘this red-string…?” / Sumptuousness in conscious outpouring arches, to the sorcery that created leash to a traveling home. Strings lingers in my finger, within psyche of fortune which highlights the home. Felt, euphoric in sequences. What such panaroma icadescence felt, meeting the visual idyllc of soulmates. The devoting Scarvaine!
(ON SEEK FOR: FAMILIES-SIBLINGSHOOD)
CONCLUDING SUCH O’HEARTED….

∴ HANDS, AS IN OLDEST (1997-2001)
∴ TORSO, AS IN MIDDLE (2002–2005)

Dearly #SCARLINES throughout our journey found us in stringed, it is may—or may not be bewitched to a fate amongst us. My name, (YOUR NAME) by sole in age of (LINE BIRTH) found ways toward a home: as faces of mine (MUSE) has powerful guide to Scarvaine’s territory.

           HEADLY,   STRINGS-HOLDS-US!
        YOU  DELIGHT  TO  BE  WITH  US
  @SCARVAINEBOT  STRING  YOU:  COME.

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