Forwarded from VERSE OF ARTISTS – Seize The Day Of Chasing Dreams
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O gentlemen, the lover of arts! Come follow the calling before the house burning. B'cause we exult to all knocking—VEORTIST comes to end the o-crying.🎶
The bells now ring to call the artists we sought: a-wonderin CORTIS portrayers who crave affinitie to find out what kind of verse will your life be. A newcomer we are, so there'll be a lot room to keep you around (Taken List). The vote-casting has begin.⌚️ Strong and content you should be, to join the society @VeortistBot.
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O gentlemen, the lover of arts! Come follow the calling before the house burning. B'cause we exult to all knocking—VEORTIST comes to end the o-crying.
The bells now ring to call the artists we sought: a-wonderin CORTIS portrayers who crave affinitie to find out what kind of verse will your life be. A newcomer we are, so there'll be a lot room to keep you around (Taken List). The vote-casting has begin.
G'day, mate. I, Your Name (@.Your ID) left home to get going steal the joy of making art in the name of Your Muse. Sign my verse up—thank ya!
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @KasteelOfDuisterg, @HouseofVermillion, @ValkyriePiece, @RogueLorth, @EternityOfIgnis & @TorchOfPrimeaux for the commemorative fetes.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Forwarded from Dewmourne: Dance of the Lost Faeries.
ㅤㅤㅤI AFFIRM TOWARD, YOU. 🎃That One @DEWMOURNE: Outmaneuver formed an event who have place whereas on the house each and every mournies. We enjoy decreed that we are fly your seat, although as a few apprehension, abounding hold catechism during / a well known date starts / we resolve tightly still serenly. / 28 –· 31 OCTOBER / 👁🪽 this howbeit our extraordinary daytime circumstance desire establish, permeated amidst every note appertaining to party subsequent farcing our house: (TRICK OR MOURNE.)₊꒷︶꒷⊹
location every surface and turmoul of our home, come what may.. ＊ֻ💧👁⊹꒷︶ existent eternally ambience postponed. we feel, the indicated persist flawed, though imagine is deprived of. our, constantly appalled found in our on selves, in case our event, decisiveness source early.
ㅤㅤㅤDewmourne: Wait For Us. 👀🫀
Forwarded from Promise Season: “Carousal” The Dashing Heel.
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UPON FLUKE. The Threshold ...
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Immersion! The campus is in a mess, lack of crew to carry out the assigned tasks. In a group of princesses—they need the new ones to solve puzzles on every staircase and corridor, the air was getting colder for them to stay up all night; now show yourself, bring warmth to them with a clover leaf tugged in your ear.
Yearning for fromis_9 graceful visages,
who outshine any style:
&' ┈┈┈┈ 𓍯 When the sun goes down, the homecoming of you is the most awaited one. Near when the masquerade ball begins, melodies playing, non-stop twirling. At the end of the robe, televise it to @PromiseTalkbot. Usher in as a emergence, a wave will sent to you by way of morse code when you get the upshot.
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UPON FLUKE. The Threshold ...
That’s kind of how fromis_9
feels to me. 𝝑𝝔୭ . . 💬📁
Immersion! The campus is in a mess, lack of crew to carry out the assigned tasks. In a group of princesses—they need the new ones to solve puzzles on every staircase and corridor, the air was getting colder for them to stay up all night; now show yourself, bring warmth to them with a clover leaf tugged in your ear.
Yearning for fromis_9 graceful visages,
who outshine any style:
I, {NAME}, deliver to you my designated secret identity as {MUSE}. I am seeking for a new place where I can seek a romantic disaster together and bring new amusement to the team.&' ┈┈┈┈ 𓍯 When the sun goes down, the homecoming of you is the most awaited one. Near when the masquerade ball begins, melodies playing, non-stop twirling. At the end of the robe, televise it to @PromiseTalkbot. Usher in as a emergence, a wave will sent to you by way of morse code when you get the upshot.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. /
As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. /
As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.
Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @CaveOfLoughrey, @TheFerrovi, @TheWalst, @MlNDWAVE, @Sjords & @OldenVeil for the commemorative fetes.
Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.
Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Hi, eldies! kangen deh (asli real no fake fake) 😛❤️😊❤️
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Good night, Eldies. Merah adalah cinta. 🤘🏽
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