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Somewhere between a memory and a dream,
hearts beat to the rhythm of things unsaid.
You don’t know where you're going—
just that something, or someone,
is calling.
⌗ 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.
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Somewhere between a memory and a dream,
hearts beat to the rhythm of things unsaid.
You don't know where you're going—
just that something, or someone,
is calling.
⌗ 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.
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ʚଓ
𝗮 ͟𝗴͟𝗼͟𝗹͟𝗱͟𝗲͟𝗻͟ 𝗰͟𝗵͟𝗮͟𝗻͟𝗰͟𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀!
doors open 𝖾͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗅͟𝗒͟ 𝖿͟𝗈͟𝗋͟ 𝗍͟𝗐͟𝗈͟ 𝗅͟𝗎͟𝖼͟𝗄͟𝗒͟ 𝗇͟𝗈͟𝖻͟𝗅͟𝖾͟𝗌 ⟨ one male & one female ⟩ to enter the party before all. ꨄ︎
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