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LIPS ISSUÉD THE QUERY:
“How doth it canapé, that
lingered breath . . ?” 01. 𑣪

ㅤBroken tongues—threnodies forsaken,
auguries
ㅤadrift upon no wind @Embroideredbot, and
appelations
ㅤof shade whom none do ken @folkits.
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01). SOAKING REVERIE OF THE PARLIAMENT. / Took a subscription for @seolines have these through. Even still, what was spoken in be bound by. From another goes unquestionably, still have to what forthright.

02). FALLING BLOOM STAINS. / Turn up the transactions come over along DANA. It takes to front it clearly, where you foremost the paymenta note—to restrain any of misapprehension.

03). WORN STILL AUBURN FADE. / The very last out to be, I am particularly own the rights set aside mine. There shall be IDR 250,000 yet around if somehow I rear it any plagiarization through.
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JANGAN CUMA DIAM, NEGARAMU LAGI KIAMAT! RIP Reformasi 1998-2025 yang barely alive di tangan si gendut omke gams berjoget ria sambil menyusun rencana agar negara hanya milik lingkarannya semata. Jangan sampe otakmu kena cuci pemerintah bajingan! Buka mata SEKARANG!

UTAS ALASAN RUU TNI HARUS DITOLAK
https://x.com/neohistoria_id/status/1902066200387158220?t=9pQlbbFS0CKNs4di3wX8Aw&s=19

PEREMPUAN HARUS MENOLAK!
https://twitter.com/KomnasPerempuan/status/1902574362106195986?t=3qY2CpJPETkZcOUDQIzpWw&s=19

ANCAMAN UNTUK DUNIA LITERASI
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HISTORI KORBAN ORDE BARU MILITER
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      joyous greetings,  @yuapxi send you
      letters of gleaming love as flowers. first,
      this blooming flower will whisper to you
      a text: open customized. let's be the next
      of bloom on the earth, before you send
      your diva of forms, and please check the
      masterpiece at @folkits. scrawling still,
      though ink festers, through paper daylight.
      take notes:  in this batch i avaible to inrush
      order formless orders too, let's send!

this scribble belongings to,
@seolines. ♥️
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(HAUNT—NARROW: MYTHIEST) pinned «ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ       joyous greetings,  @yuapxi send you       letters of gleaming love as flowers. first,       this blooming flower will whisper to you       a text: open customized. let's be the next       of bloom on the earth, before you send      …»
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the nile's secrets: a voyage through time and treasures.
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hi! kangennya.. udah lama aku ngga main disini karena sibuk utbk.. tunggu aku selesai utbk yah, temen-temen =) nanti seolines bakal balik dengan era baru.. 🤍
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NORTHERN BREATH,  MORE SULTRY.
GRIEVE IN SILENCE;
HEAVENS WEEP.

From the windowpane, I gaze into the melancholy hush, where droplets descend like whispered secrets, one by one. My thoughts drift, adrift in the rhythm of falling rain, a gentle elegy to something unnamed. A quiet sigh escapes my lips, followed by a sip of steeped comfort—tea that trails warmth down my throat, like a memory rekindled.

I am delicate, yes—woven of fragile
threads—but I do not cower . .


No tremor in me dares submit to fear. Against the silhouettes of ink-stained branches and the hush of sleeping woods, @poityournbot I stand—a lone warrior with a heart made of stormlight and shadows.

ㅤㅤㅤRAIN KISSES THE GROUND: 𑣪
FADING SIGH . .
ㅤㅤㅤOH, THE SMELL OF MOPES.
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Channel name was changed to «MYTHIEST, looking for new pals.»
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Channel name was changed to «Monsoon Plummet from E-Home, Haunt-Narrow: Mythiest.»
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INDEED—I SHALL STEEP IT DEEPER.
MORE SOLEMN 𖩢 (THY PASSAGE.)


Within a coffer long unbroke,
slumbering
‘neath the weight of yesteryears..
(Continue.)

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I didst unearth a host of epistles—uncoursed, unspoken, and brittle with age. Each writ in a hand most eerily mine—yet borne of what hour, ehat soul? If ‘twas I, no whisper of remembrance stirs within my breast. As mine eyes didst wander ’pon each parchment, the firmament without turn’d wan and strange, as if the world itself lent ear.

WHAT  TRUTHS LAY  VEILED
WITHIN
THESE LEAF’D PHANTOMS?

(Each missive did prick the
thorn of curiosity anew.
) 𞄔

And as I didst unbind their bindings, answers slipp’d forth like wraiths unshackled from oubliette. Too delicate for speech, too sacred to pass through the coarse sieve of sound.

WIRDS FRACTURE BENEATH THEIR
WEIGHT. SOME  TRUTHS DWELL IN
THE  HUSH. (Between  Heartbeats.)

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