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The dreamer with memories of stars.
Magic Island, RP.
Joined March 2012
They say a man with glasses arrives bearing flowers, wrapped in romance and expectation. Yet the flowers are never the reason, they are only an excuse, something gentle to hold along the way. The true intention has always been simpler, to see your face as the only destination.
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This presence needs no ornament, standing complete in excess. What rests upon my face is not a statement, only a whisper, an addition to what already speaks volumes. The glasses do not change who I am; they arrive to seal the mood, like a final line written with intention.
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Dressed in a flawless suit, I move with a calm, grown elegance that feels quietly reassuring. I am ready to come for you, bringing every sweetness I’ve saved along the way. All of it, just to see your lips bloom into the softest smile meant only for me.
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I gather each fragment of your allure with precision, studying you the way one studies a constellation, slowly, reverently, afraid a blink might erase star. This is my quiet devotion: drawing the arrow tight, steadying my aim, wishing only to keep your charm where it belongs.
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An eagle─eyed gaze locks forward, slicing through the hush suspended in the air, as though silence itself has learned to breathe. The calm bends under the weight of that look, every unseen current trembling when focus sharpens and refuses to waver. https://t.co/mImPMNZBzl
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The 1975 · The 1975 (Deluxe) · Song · 2013
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With one dream burning in my grasp, another is written among the stars ahead. Memories fall like embers, and my flowers bloom in light before me, fearless and radiant. I call them by the most sacred name I know; Moa. On this stage, beneath fire and constellations, we are yours.
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The empty air before my eyes holds me still, as if I’ve stepped into silence. I remain suspended inside a beauty that feels distant, unfamiliar. Faded colors linger, leaving behind traces like quiet scars. What draws the gaze in this portrait is not the place, but my pause.
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First day of the year, and I’m truly happy to meet so many new faces here. Happy New Year to all my moots. May your days be filled with color, quiet joy, peace, and a calm that gently stays with you. Wishing you a year that feels kind, soft, and meaningfully beautiful.
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