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[vasiliquemort]

Could fly to the edge of the worlds, As wind that plays in our land. Such woe for you, too, birds of shade - Who shall care for you so far away if I am at the domes of my tents? Still such woe for you, my dearest home House of dust, nest out of stone, my poor thing.

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"A vessel with no bed – all-greedfull, all big and panting, wishfull, and yet so idle and futile. It's me, by spite I tear apart me present, who stands in front of one who feeds and lives on past."

A creature that's unwise, insatiable, sharp - is dark and heavy on my heart, it is delightful sight of nights, of evenings, of lovely and nicely toned parts of words, reforged and retuned ones<зз

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My gentle dome, my aching tone of string

By someone's worry it could be - long-partied absence that went sudden o/////o By that it went of such - our city we've been settled upon since previous year (as, some may also yet remember - of passed year, when things went into worry and all-ache and loss, we've moved from outskirts of city - then towards, to able be to live and dwell and work upon), Kharkiv, went into raids that shuttered variety of parties within our infrastructure, over the times, again and more - now till it's toll unspeakable, unsoothed out, and hard to bite.

By lack within an electricity - of planned (by nature of a replenishing, within provides of small supply and yet unwavering demand) or rabid-toned (as a results of gotten heavier shellings, that never satiated since day first), along there was a lack of a connection outwards (by major our providers worked for some hours by powers of supplies that own, then - not), and such went days, sometimes within a weeks onward, and such were toll - kind of a dwell and ache and worry that planned no ease, or way to out.

By that went straying, worried and hard - within my tarnished yet dispositions, went dragged down, and without nature of your tenderness - that is to me a rapture, ache of all, - and help, those days - and months, and years of life would be unspeakable by dark, unshed by kind of toll that is by heart. There is no tears enough, and not enough of thank-you's - for patience and gentleness and tender hand onward.

Without you - there couldn't be such way now out, the one that spoken went within the passed month. We've moved, struggled onward to settle outre of city's mound - now on a land, and now by lone, sufficed and replenished and worked by strength of household's that's own. My hopes, my ache of heart - is that the future year, onward, shall be more gentle, mellowed out by passed harsh, and that by it - my yet adore, my gratefulness and worry could come to rapture, into fruit, into a tone of something new, and offered with love, and taken by it.

My gentlest thank-you's, the gratefulness of rabid - for you, as is, for every that previous and what's onward! I'll hope to come, along, with spring-renewed heart and mind, my aching coils and binds, turned to slim and round and toned complex and right!<ззззз

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Aureate dome of my elation A rapture of within that's you

Bu tenderness within of my elations, by gentleness within my rapture - are all of my adore's and love's and thank-you's all towards the beautiful, most glorious and gentle tones - of those that are of @quietvespers' ones!<зз

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Here the grass once flashed with hard steel Blood of scarlet on the sword point gleamed That is all for you and that’s for me – These two blades of those who became now Phantoms of the winds for centuries

All tendrest, all smouldering and gentle aches - adore's and love's galore all for the glorious within of evermore, most beau and fawned, all for the @quietvesper, of eventides' one!<зз

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Omine Cordial

All-blooming, everlasting is adore that blossoms, dwells within as flower of the tender, gracious amidst the thousands of the thank-you's, and love's of all oncoming - for beautifully so benign, and soaring and omine - @miseryxiv!<з

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When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express’d Even such a beauty as you master now. So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time, all you prefiguring; And for they looked but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.

Within all tender's, all benign's that are within - all thankfulness, all swaying notions and gentle dispositions of sunlike and of tall, are all for @Valkyrrhic's domes of gracious and beau!<зз

Thousands of thank-you's are for your hands, thousands of adore's are for your benigns!

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Raw-shaped fear, poignant surprises and heartbeats downs - strike not a beast while it is tender, stride not rapacious bird while it is fed. All welcoming, all aching and sedated wound of flesh and blood - and so does bleed through, so wide and firm, all want, and all adore, all poetry and lull.

For tender, for all-benign and gracious - is all my loves, dotes, finite and outre tones vast and all-adoring for beauty, gourge and mistful hone, all @Wrathfulmaiden's ones!<з

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I once fell in love with the sea, Thou called me to thyself. White sun shined over my way, then - My way of mist and decay.

"None of ways out" - souls of grey-feathered birds wept for me. "Still, let me, for once, choke full of it's love" - I said and fell down thee.

Through mistfulness of sunlike dome, through my adore and lull and tenderness galore - are all and each, for gracious, demure and loveliest, @gldnhrtd wanderer!<з

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My aching-mouthed peak of dome - rapacious adored, reverent dreamer. All tambourine within, it is my heart!

Within just all, that is to tone to be adore, devote and dote - is all but to this dwelling, such gracious and full, finite by striking, benevolent indulgence of a craft, all reverent thank-you's, love's galore!<ззз

Each time, all thousand and again - a strive for any to behold and gauge what beauty, complexity of tone and form and loveliest disposition @bacchanal-if is!

Official Portrait - The Uninvited Guest

This is the last set of the RO portraits from the immensely talented @aukanemin 💜 They perfectly captured the ambiguous gender and race of this character. Here we have our most enigmatic participant smoldering as they do best. Will they tempt the MC as they hope to?

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"What is moderation for the deranged, and what is light for blind?"

Demure-ish portrait practice of an open thought, the one that came uncertain - but lovely in a way, a company there is such for the awaiting evening-night -s ;з

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Boiling domes of my distance

In all that's gentle and benign, all tender and so delicate was granted - by gracious closeness and mistful utterings that is of loveliest of all @thesavagemuffin, for whom is whole galore and domes of my adore and love and bows to gentle hands, and tender hearts, and watchful eyes<зз

Thank you of plenty, in each that's passed, is oncoming, current, and uttered!

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Ophelia, mortal sense of illusion You've scattered your lilies around places where I've prayed So I shall fall into sleep, and shall fall out of it, and then drop myself into love again Shall drown down into venomous dome once back then. My soul shall split into you, And so - it, me and you, - shall fault then once more.

So, now, give it back, my will give away Begged be, be adjured: Give spirit his way back to me, So pray then I will, round and again.

My ribs are but my mortal tethers, that do gasp and hone adore and love towards most graciously formed, toned ode - that is a @mindimoon's one!<ззз

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Adored!

In love's that are both striking and demure I was then soothed and shone upon by tones and graces of beau, those are that are by @bacchanal-if's view, and such is all and every piece and strand of treasures galore that is their craft and art and everything that is within!<зз

So much of thank-you's and adores oncoming, both expressed and not-toned, and all that is myself, and all that I could tend, there is to come along, each beaus of you, towards their vision, of previous, current, and further on always'!~

Official Portrait - Lady Lucia, Baroness of Oxburn Lord Laurence, Baron of Oxburn

@aukanemin has graciously painted for us the lovely portraits of the affable Lady Lucia and Lord Laurence, capturing them perfectly, and it is my great honor to share them! Please consider giving this lovely artist a follow 💜

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Experimental, learning peace of latest evening's expressions - a gentle drop, and ode, and thought of young and so demure to ways unspeakable<з

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"Fell deeper, then – gentian gaze flickered out of sudden, and by tracing ravenously gardens and the depths of sunfull mists he was so birdlike, and, as looking far aways, one moment turned back to me. His hand found mine and grasped – strangely, it was of longing and of distance both, frost-cold yet burning from within."

Unspeakable directions and sways are of my gratefulness, delicate and sweet adore that is for lovely in complexities, gentian shades galore - those that are all of beautiful of most, most gracious and songbird @Tmxpvksl one's!<ззз

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Unspeakable directions, gorgeous and benign - went when such element of beau and full was tended and concluded, the honour that it did then represented, and gashing heart that was obscured, went from such special, such loveliest occasion!

In all that is delicate and tender, that's sweet and unobtrusive, all that is gasping and adoring - is all of me that went towards the authorship, campaign that's so benign and lovely in each of part and word and sign, and so there is no end, no rest for thank-you's and adore's in nest of wasps that is my head - to yours!<зз

I went lightheaded for the passed weeks, both of the companionship and project that was shared - there is no words, poetic or then not, to be sufficing in adore and gratefulness galore >/////<

There is no way for me to hone as much as possibly for withal - please do consider to obscure and envision Charlotte Kersten's authorship, each way and tone that is approachable and gorgeously formed!<ззз