The skies turn pink as the day gives itself to the night. And at long last, the dragons can fly own from the shadows in which they hide. To rule over the darkness again.

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stardust flames
fueling, defenestrate
from his honey eyes

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She walks with
Barely restrained fire
A path of flame and ember
Embrace her inferno and
disgrace
Until no hesitancy
Remains

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But your deception fails. The space between lemonade skies' rescue & the void's jealousy becomes filled w/alexithymia again; & the being drinks it from your bluing lips. 𝘙𝘶𝘧𝘧! 𝘎𝘙𝘙𝘙. 6

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Are u on the spectrum? enquired the art critic
What do you mean? Replied the puzzled artist
You never paint faces, I assumed because you could not recognise emotions.
The artist stepped nearer to & whispered - I just can’t do noses. Then winked

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Pandemonium

no of vanity, wits, money, or looks that matters—judgment of humanity and shades of grey diffuse the ’pandemonium’ like a on the looney tunes—or a swan that swims upstream—amidst the ruins.✍️🏽

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本日はvSS
風景を撮影しながら📷
今日はすごく早かった!
ベストスコアを更新!

ラスト下担当なのにヒールセット忘れて、シールドもなぜか両面とも内なる発光に変化しているというバグに遭遇(終了後直った)
三種ポーション飲みながらなんとか耐えた
ずっと嘘だろ・・・って言いながらやった😹

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“Klias, just found videos a thief managed to of our mystery hopper.”

“Send them.”

The their holo wrist displayed a red head jumping and zipping across a of spikes in a flash.

“Damn, I'm in love with our 's parkour skills.”

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Two souls brace every nerve for a supreme effort
to confirm the existence of each other's feelings
by touching it with their own hearts....

~ aki


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The Lady Lorealis sailed far and wide before crashing into the lowest crevices of the far realms. Stories say you can still hear the weeping of the passengers who died in the crash. That is if you're willing to venture close enough to hear them.

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I stopped,looking at the reflection inthe rainy window pane, remembering the Unseen past &how u rescued me.The voice in my head quickly whispers.Carry on the past of pain remains no more.We've come so far,nolonger a prisoner to his words or Kakorrhaphiophobia

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Many have wandered into the rainforest's stony labyrinth. And few have returned. The misty winds brush against the moss. As if reciting a tune. One with the strength to lure even the most guarded of souls.

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Travelers from misty islands afar speak of emerald slabs crashing down from a comet many centuries ago. And that this year, when the comet finally returns, the stones will glow brightly enough to illuminate the whole galaxy.

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meditations on a ...

If I never try,
I will never fail, never
live, never succeed.

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Many artists have doubts, a fear of failure. They have to put their creativity, feelings, bear their souls to public and critical scurtinity. It would make anyone but definitely not or I await ur wrath 🤪

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The sunrise burst in a dragonfly dream, illuminating a lemonade sky where it floated until setting in a blackberry ocean in the west. He stood there, respect on his shoulders and ulotrichous locks kissing his lashes, having his own thoughts about it.

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Conscientious...
Doing the right thing
At the right time
Diving in or holding back
To be able to read the air
Having knowledge
And gumbtion to take action
I wish I can..



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