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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.

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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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SHATTERED VOWS AND ECHOES OF DEVOTION: A LAMENT OF LOVE TORN ASUNDER BENEATH A MOON OF FORSAKEN PROMISES (&.) @HUSSSEY / 21. 🫀

”Do you ever wonder,“ she whispered, tracing the rim of her glass,
”How love can rot from the inside out before you even taste the poison?“

Heartbreak etched itself deep, leaving an ache that lingered like an old scar. Yet even among the ruins, hands reached through the darkness, ”kindred souls familiar with loss, fluent in the silent language of sorrow.“ Solitude became the first refuge, a place to retreat like a wounded creature convinced that no one could truly understand. But some remained. They appeared in the quiet spaces where grief settled, in the moments when laughter felt impossible, offering presence instead of empty words.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a heart adrift, longing for ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤthe warmth of kindred soulds
ㅤㅤ ㅤa haven where loneliness ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤdissolves into unity. 𑣿

the silence bears down, as though the world has erased all memory of my existence. an insatiable longing stirs within for the solace of fellowship—a hand to clasp, a voice to pierce the stillness, a presence to banish the shadows enveloping my heart. salvation is not the desire but rather the yearning to be acknowledged, to be heard, to be truly understood. there’s a craving for the reassuring weight of another’s presence close by, a sign that even in the bleakest moments, @phamk's not truly alone.

the flicker of human presence is the only beacon sought to pierce the encroaching void. my soul aches for connection to reach into this abyss and pull me back to the light. i seek not rescue but a shared existence, a bond to dispel the endless emptiness.

(As the whispers of soft winds effortlessly stroll, cherry blossoms twirl.) / With their ethereal allure, radiate captivating beauty when they flourish in spring. This occasion is a symphony of the natural world, where the gentle zephyr generates the sound of descending petals, imbuing significance into each drifting cherry blossom crown. This marvel inspires us to appreciate the splendor of nature. Let us honor the elegance of cherry blossoms as a symbol of aspiration and necessity. Each spring, the trees ready themselves to offer a canvas for a transient masterpiece, while delicate pastel-hued petals waltz through the atmosphere, crafting an enchanting ambiance. Moreover, cherry blossoms also exude a delightful fragrance, conjuring hope and reminiscences as the petals commence their descent. Oh, why are you so exquisite and ephemeral? Do you wish to remind us to savor every moment? @GOMAJIJ / YOU ARE AN UNFORGETTABLE BEAUTY.

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Trudging here and there, endeavoring to perceive a confidante to aid all the torment, let him find an escapism from the hodgepodges and jumbles that has been trapping the critter. Ineffable with the demesne, never a friable fragment to be despised. Not robustness or adroitness involved just to be a comrade of the avant-garde vengeance, petrified of the elysian—fields also tremendously welcomed. Perhaps you have anything to fluoresce, just drag yourself to the midst of @ANTXN.
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HALOS Break. WINGS Rot. THE SKY Not CALLS MY Title: @YUYUVHA. 🪽

ㅤSEEN THIS ANGEL? Once, I was light. A psalm woven into presence, a part of holiness carved from endlessness itself. Presently, I am destroy. The sky have spurned me, cast me into the pit with no title, no kindness. My wings charred, worn out, useless drag behind me, overwhelming with the weight of what I've misplaced. I don't keep in mind what warmth feels like. As it were the cold remains.

I starvation. Not for bread, nor water, but for something remote more awful. Confidence. Trust. The flashing coals of conviction in those who still whisper supplications into the dull. I take it from them. Drink it. Eat up it. 𑣿


FALLEN,ㅤWHOㅤASKSㅤFORㅤTHEㅤSPURNED?ㅤWHOㅤGRIEVESㅤTHEㅤUNREDEEMED?
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(“FLOWERS WILL FADE ’& FOLIAGE WILL DRY ” / 🫀.) I Recognized That Darkness Envelops Not Merely As An End, But As A Necessary Chapter.

I couldn't help but reflect on how cruel existence could be, where blossoms would wilt and leaves would wither, reminding me that even as a minstrel sings tales of glory, death remains an inevitable companion, thus weaving despair into the fabric of our lives. When bloodied memories flooded my mind. @DONGMHIN: I— grasped the truth that every heartbeat carries whispers of mortality, and while beauty may flourish in brief bursts, ultimately it succumbs to decay, teaching me that acceptance lies in embracing the transient nature of all things.

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LAMBENT HUSH POOLS BENEATH
THE IVORY SPIRES OF RUE. 🪽📂

mist-limned eaves cradle the hush where the garden begins, wreathed in the breath of cypress and fading heliotrope. the wrought-iron gate, laced in rust and half-swallowed by ivy’s slow ache, shudders beneath the weight of an unseen wind. somewhere beyond, a brook murmurs its argent script into the loam. carnelian boughs scatter their aureate ache across the ebon-slick pond, trellised roses spill into the lattice of fern-bound stillness.

a lone chair, spine fluted in carvings of myrtle and vine, stands sentinel upon the garden’s threshold. beside it, a half-spent candle slumbers in a brass holder, its wick blackened by the breath of evenings long since extinguished. further in, the path, once cobbled in symmetry, meanders through the undergrowth, its stones half-swallowed by moss and wayward bracken. past the hedgerow, where the orchard wanes into the hush of open field, an old conservatory sighs & inside, wooden shelves bow beneath the weight of brittle tomes, their spines bleached by time’s indifferent hand. somewhere beyond, a chapel bell tolls: @minjai! 🪷 ₊˚ˑ
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( love. / ♡ ) there was a cherubic being who tumbled from the heavens due to the sorrow of losing his cherished wings. as a result, he was compelled to become a strawberry–farmer! 🪷 @quanriui.

౨ৎ he was still quite unfamiliar with everything, feeling dazed and a bit blue. every night, he would whimper and wonder why things had to be this way. one day, he received a envelope that read: you won’t progress if you don’t seek help! ♡.. this made him stood up excitedly, filled with a goal to find lots of camaraderie! together, they could create and munch on delightful strawberry shortcake. 𑣿 /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ
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A GOD WHOSE INSATIABLE
HUNGER CONSUMES /
LEAVING ONLY ECHOES
OF RUIN BEHIND, @EIYISH. 🫀

You, consume without mercy. Taking pieces of me bit by excruciating bit, until there is nothing left but the ghost of who I once was. I carve new sigils into my flesh, etching runes of devotion deeper and deeper until the pain becomes indistinguishable from ecstasy. My blood pools at your feet, forming rivers that twist and writhe like serpents caught between life and death. And though my heart beats its final dirge, I know it will never be enough.. “I have betrayed those who trusted me. Lied, stolen, sinned in ways impossible to name. Let darkness take root inside, growing uncontrollably, choking out whatever light remained.” Voice broke, dissolving into sobs..
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Home's halls reek, stench interlaces within mine. I reaches the dead-end, bringing the corpse lily closer to my lips. Lurch an arm and trying not too far from fingertips. Petals seep from my mouth in clumps, gathering at the fold. Dulcet caress of chewed flora blot my chin like gilded mould. Now, all you can do is watch as my teeth slowly.. slowly.. gnaw. Being there while my skin wrinkles like lapping sewage at shore! I bit on time to have it for seconds, and served a dish of revenge only in my heart. I was taught it will always be a cold meal; so I would use my spark of love to keep it warm. Again I coughs, tethers to ticks of the kitchen clock. With no choice but to watch on, believe me, you should stay until the final tock.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThis isn't really a threat!ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . .
ㅤBut, hands that try to resurrect,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdead moons and stars,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ  @ENAMII.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ. .
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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
𓉸ྀི ͏ུུ̑̑   ᩙ WIMPY ANGEL 💧🌸 🃊 ᅟ𓊀♡̩͙
░░░: @AISALEE. ✚ 🗝️ SERAPH

Herein, stick in there, please. I devoted to lettering a feeling, onto misery cause my wound? On bibble-basher ’s hands around thou pleurae. So, when she go on I am brought about the madwomen, I throe my blooms they are munched. Reverie ’bout how she can capture them, although I adore Jah. ❀
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BEARINGS ALIGN AS I PEN THIS MISSIVE—A HYMN OF PRECISION, A PAEAN TO THE AUSTERE OF IRON AND GREASE.

Landscape sculpted not by the caprice of nature but by the unyielding hand of assiduousness: towers of steel ascending into the Shangri-la, @jayparkh their rivets like constellations in the mechanical. Here fibs of creation, sumptuous grind of equipments and effulgence of sparks as the anvil sings under the weight of hammer. Psalm of machinery, I am not a mere wanderer; I am the crafter, the overseer of this intricate of design and function.

       ⠀         ㅤ𖥟 .

Behold the angular sonnet of a well-oiled machine, its movements deliberate, each torque and tension calibrated to the nth degree. This is no cacophony but a sonorous hymn, a rhythm that reverberates through my very being. The intricate interplay of levers and springs mirrors the complexities of thought, the perpetual motion a metaphor for the unyielding pursuit of progress. Here, amidst the incandescent glow of welding arcs, I find my sought truth, a clarity sharper than any blade honed on a grindstone.

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sunbelt afternoon ignite this balmness younker in-between oath. choir dream currently emerges memoir i believed were long lost: @sarangz ♡

        herein, i righteously crave someone
        that would take upright flier on me..

this unusual climate seems to sharpen amidst my perceptiveness, unlocking the wellspring intuition i never knew dwell in me. i can practically perceive the deliciae undercurrents on fate churning about me, faint indications and subdue intimations of what’s forthcoming; surrounds to lightsome. it’s as though the universe itself is considerately impart knowledge, presenting lure premonitions confided solely to the receptive soul. it feels like everyone else just grasps it. they enchant diminutive coteries, clandestine digs. the voguish in which collectively seem to benign fashionable and passé without even conversing about it. would you be my alliance? i inquire, hoping to swathe companionship in this venture, to steer the existence alongside someone who trulh understands my soul and equipped to confront whatever the future may hold. the mist flickers, awaiting rejoinder, and i hold my breath with open heart, catch-up whatever comes subsequently.
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ㅤ ㅤAMONG THE FORSAKEN
ㅤI’M THE ONE FLUENT IN LOVE. 𑣿

“to be loved is to be seen,” they told me when i was young but now i finally realize—their words were nothing more than hollow echoes, mere senseless musings. if to be loved is only to be seen, then, what of the emoruons i have so meticulously concealed and if to be loved is only to be seen, then, what becomes of those who love in silence. is that not love or i’m the one who’s talking about nonsense?

@KIMWIZ /. in my point of view: love like the cosmos, does not demand an audience to exist. we know a star does not cease to radiate simply because no one gazes upon it. again, to be love is not to be observed—it is to be understood, even in absence. people yearn to be loved in perfection, even though humans can never be perfect, 𐚁‌.

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I HAVE BECOME TOO MUCH A PART OF IT, A BEING SCULPTED BY AGONY YET UNCLAIMED BY RUIN. (@ZAIXLUAN)

I don’t remember a time when suffering was not my companion, when my soul did not tremble under the weight of wounds both seen and unseen. / Pain is not a visitor. / It is a constant, a silent companion that laces itself into every breath, every thought, every pulse of my weary heart. Yet even as torment drags its claws across my soul, I refuse to disappear. I bleed, but I don’t break. I tremble, but I don’t fall. Each pain, each loss, each betrayal carves its name into my being, yet I do not vanish. I, endure. In thousand of agonies, I exist──not because I wish to, but because something within me refuses to surrender.
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¹⁸/... THE AIR HANGS HEAVY WITH WORDS UNSPOKEN, PRESSING AGAINST MY RIBS LIKE A WEIGHT I WAS NEVER MEANT TO BEAR ALONE.

Like a silent force sinking into my marrow, urging me to break the stillness before it seeps too deep, before it rots beneath my skin. And yet, if I speak, will the silence devour my words as it has devoured everything else? If I reach, will something—someone—grasp my hands before they turn to dust, before my soul withers beneath the weight of its own loneliness? I do not call out, not yet, but the ache in my chest is a wound splitting open, a whisper clotting on my tongue, a quiet surrender that begs, without words, not to be left to bleed unheard.
(But even silence knows a name, @zDoeun.)

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