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Good morning, Galaxiers! Anyone up for Friends Finder?

Good morning to all of you, I hope you had a decent rest last night. Let's start the Friends Finder session, shall we? As usual, no foreign languages/characters/symbols/phrases please. Find me on my station I put on the description box!

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Take it all, a lover’s psalm. For it terms a gentle slaughter of sacrifice. I offer you my burned throat. Bare and thumping, and you bite me down as if a prayer you mean to undo. (@TONGMXUAN.)
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“I wonder where the shattered tranquility goes?”

The phrases kept wandering inside my stillness of mind, wanting to escape from their intricacy through a camaraderie tinted in-between companions. Beneath the cordial atmosphere, we could have ourselves immersed in a discussion of desirable topics chanted by two. Therefore, would you mind coming over to be in a joyous moment altogether? Side by side, we’ll see beauty in the vast sky and in the tiny thing that brings a smile. The daisies dance in the breeze just beyond these walls, calling for us. Life is too short to go for it all alone. So if you're willing to take a chance on me, I promise that hand in hand, we can weave something beautiful and enduring: a friendship that will stand the test of time.

Sincerely, @Hyeekyo.
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@CHAIXONG, THE ONE WHO HOLDS THE WEIGHT OF YOUR QUIET. / I kissed the scar along your spine. Felt the way your breath stuttered beneath my touch, the shallow rise and fall of your chest when the quiet pressed too hard. My hands brushed over the bruise beneath your ribs, the trembling in your pulse. You don’t speak—don’t need to—because I’ve memorized the weight of your silence, the sharpness in your gaze when the night feels too long. I’ve felt the echo of your heartbeat through the thin skin of your wrist, chased the flicker behind your eyes when you’re too tired to stay whole. And still, I’m here. Tracing the fault lines beneath your skin, breathing in the salt of your quiet unraveling. Holding the pieces even as they slip between my fingers.
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THE ELOQUENT HUM OF DESIRE, YOU ARE NOT A WRITER, BUT THE SILENT MELODY. (&) / YOU ARE STILL FORMING, NOT YET FORGED (@JEEMINK)

In the stillness of night, where the heavens stretch endlessly, a silver crescent reigns above—a quiet sentinel. The stars, like delicate whispers, flicker in their celestial dance, tracing forgotten paths across the darkened canvas. And there, upon a lone bench, you sit—an observer of the quiet chaos, your gaze distant yet sharply attuned to the pulse of your own yearning. Your heart writes in silence, crafting words no one else can hear. Dreams and hopes carve through your chest, only to be tempered by the sharp sting of solitude. Your desires, unfulfilled, hang suspended in the air like half-spoken promises.

A red-letter emerges, bold and certain: a binding of wishes, tender and restless, woven from the very fabric of longing. The ink flows, soft yet unyielding, as your thoughts spill freely onto the page. A quiet chant rises, barely audible but persistent—a melody of desire, humming with the pulse of what is yet to come. It reverberates through the air, gathering in ripples that extend beyond words, capturing the essence of a wish held too long.

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@YOONZ: You have given me a reason to finally find my purpose in life, hoping you'll regret and see how devoted I was, faithful enough for you to have trusted me. I fear you were aware of the abuse, though I admit I was a fool for you, revolving my whole life around you. Now, I'll have to endure grief, trying to let go of the past and the discomfort that lives inside me, filled with lies - A NEVER-ENDING BURDEN ON MY SHOULDERS. After all the pain I've suffered, I've been forgiven, but staying with you was the worst part of my life. Oh, to be loved and not abused, to be understood and heard, seems impossible nowadays without having to suffer first, doesn't it?
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      ”DELICATE THE ETHEREAL WORLD..”
        IN THE CERULEAN CLOUDS SEEMS TO BEAR.

Soothing presence serves as a poignant
reminder of the transience of epoch gratitude
for The Moments That Have Silently Rewrite.
Envelops the cosmos to sacred the ether' Connecting Happiness Within the core of the
soul as a vibrant ever-thriving flame.
Warmth momentarily calmness an essence
words can encapsulate an overwhelming
sense of serenity pervades as though one is hallowed space of remembrance, evoking the ephemeral bliss once illuminated the days,
imprints in the fabric of ceaseless time
&. within the adorned mind's fertile.

(SWADDLED; ‘&.) MEMORY RECESSES @WCONYOUNG ONWARD SOUGHT A SAVOR HUMBLES.
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ㅤㅤ ༺𔕙༻ㅤ ✽ㅤ * Beneath Golden—ㅤ ૂ𓋼 ..
(0.00*}ㅤ ♪ · ˚⁠ ㅤEmbrace of sunlight that caresses horizon, she treads softly; (. 💧🪷 “Allowing velvety grains of sand..” &. To whisper warmth against her bare fee.ㅤ 𓎅𝄚𝅥 ㅤ˙ ㅤ𝅄

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(I am not the prodigal daughter, @Heavenism.) I do not seek redemption, nor do I return. I was never the one to turn my back on what was right, but I always knew that what was right would never hold me. Oh, how I’ve been bound by a hand that seeks only to tear? She has blessed me with nothing but agony, and I have accepted it as my own. But I offered what remained. / And still. / Nothing was enough. I kneel, not in reverence, but in defiance. I let Her strip me bare, let Her carve Her judgment into my skin. Her hands do not falter, nor does Her hunger wane. I am neither Her child nor Her forsaken, I am merely what She leaves in ruin. And still, I kneel. / Not to worship. / Not to pray. But to offer what remain is left.
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(MY TORMENT NEVER DIES.): I won't dry-rot the despair that I had inwards. / COULD YOU AGREE?

My broken heart did not determine the deep-rooted sense of misfortunes I lived with, amongst the souls made me bounce in an impossible felt of guilt, until my rebellious heart was engulfed and then eaten raw. I might miserable to clasp the bogus warmth, it whole forlorn. How could I live with such uncertain tranquillity? I ought received a sides and prostrate myself to be fulfilled and blown as Black-Goat did afore. (Been Seen The Demise Burns) / I merely embosom my firm of phases.

IT DRAWS MY DEATH, @SOOINKlM.

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Memory as my pining palms. Wine and psalms beneath the back of an old lover's atonement. I touch the space enclosed in our mounting and I make peace that only these lips can live well with your living. No one touches your bones the way I immortalize your spine: hot, restless, resisting. I mean that it's mine, and don't you understand?
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Your lovers has to hold me first in order to know you. These lovers has to kill me thrice in order to keep you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎Memory as the fine
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ atonement of a ( claw-
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ curling awe-gripping )
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ memory apart from grief.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ A sin too young to filth,
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎mud so thick I flinch. 👁️‍🗨️

With a blood so mean, I wish that would choke.
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HAUNT ME UNTIL THE NIGHTMARES FEEL LIKE HOME. / (@EUNCHAES.)

Linger in the hollow corridors of my mind, Let your shadow stain the walls I once called my own. Carve your name into the marrow of my being so even in ruin, I will not forget. 

Drag me through the echoes of what we were.
Through the whispers that gnaw at my bones,
Through the empty spaces where your voice once lived, 
Until the silence no longer feels like loss. 

Turn my dreams into a graveyard of memories─‌─ Bury me beneath the weight of what remains and let your presence seep into every darkened corner until I can no longer tell where you end and I begin. 
And when the night comes, as it always does, wrap around me like a ghost I no longer fear. 
Let me sink into the abyss of you, 
Until the nightmares feel like home.
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My hands are all crimson-stained by the pomegranates. I devoured hungrily, seeds to other seeds, nibbling on something forbidden. It smears upon my clean cloth, and I perceive myself as tainted as if I am no longer / pristine / unripe as the offerings to the filthy ground. My tongue is desiring more leaps of faith between wound and sorrow that herd me inside the hollow. Nonetheless, once bitten, and it was all withered to death while I am still latching on to the prayers. Will I ever pick up the scattering seeds?
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 ℱ𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝒜𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ echoes of a forsaken heaven.

in the depths of an abandoned cathedral, where fractured moonlight seeped through shattered stained glass, a celestial lament whispered through the hollow halls. time had forsaken this sanctum, yet the remnants of divinity lingered feathers strewn upon the marbled floor, their once-lustrous sheen dulled by sorrow. a lone figure knelt beneath the cavernous vault, her silhouette carved against the dim glow of waning twilight. her wings, tattered and marred by fate’s cruel design, quivered in silent agony. the air, thick with the scent of rain and ash, bore witness to a love lost between divinity and ruin.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

ㅤ   beneath the weeping heavens, an angel
ㅤmourned in the cradle of decay: @ljisu. 🫀🪽
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THE MARKS THAT YOU LEFT, STILL CRAWL ON ME. / @NOGOCHAN. /
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I'm trapped in these sheets, I can feel you on my skin. You created a flower that blooms in my lungs, and while it’s beautiful, I find it hard to breathe. I scrub my skin so hard that I begin to bleed, questioning if this pain has become a part of me. When faced with life's burdens, these weights can become overwhelming, and the heart longs for reassuring companionship.

(.HELP ME / FIND THAT PAGE.)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Descry! The aforementioned lassie brimming of mystery, yet her poem can exhibit numerous chattels yond she doesn't divulge…

Her alluring poem encompasses a multitude, enthralling the globe. Even when displaying her loveliness beyond the castle walls, she invariably commands attention. Endowed with numerous merits, she invariably attains her desires. Each aspiration perpetually triumphant, countless endeavors realized.
{❦} Subsequent to employing her artistry, she consistently composes on exquisite parchment, each verse seamlessly integrated, possessed of uncanny talent. Her radiance renowned – bestowing elation upon all. Her ambiance exceedingly amiable, her renown beckons many to seek her companionship. Her winsome comportment and benevolent nature, a lodestone for all.
Preeminence immaterial, yet her prowess astounds the entire sphere.
☾.. Signed @Sunngkyung, An indelible pledge.

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The mirror weeps with silvered breath, whispering truths I dare not name. Beauty—this wretched, thorn-laden crown—presses into my flesh, each petal laced with unseen agony. I have bled rubies for loveliness, stitched my soul in gossamer lies, yet the world only sees the porcelain mask, not the fractures beneath. My skin, a fragile mausoleum, houses the echoes of every sacrifice, every silent scream buried beneath rouge and rapture. Beauty is not for the weak; it is a cruel, exquisite torment, and I am its willing martyr.

THE INEFFABLE LUSTER WROUGHT IN EPHEMERAL GLANCES. / @SUILUEE.
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