@NoDMsPerfavore The measurement is exactly 4/128 inch (1/32 inch or 0.03125 inches)
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In metric (for completeness)
≈ 0.79375 mm
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Spartan Doc
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Spartan Doc
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EMP🩺 (not the pulse weapon) | Operator | former 1811 | Troll Slayer | Bringer of Fact | Nous Defions | μολὼν λαβέ. | Without Equal |
Between here and there เข้าร่วม Temmuz 2025
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@jackiejames1004 This is raw, romantic, urgent, and with a brilliantly clear message: stop chasing ghosts, embrace the changing breath before it slips. Beautifully melancholic reminder that grace is here, not later. 🔥
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The Altar of Now
The petals are heavy with velvet and wine,
While you’re tracing the edge of a fading design.
You’re staring at shadows, searching for signs,
When are you going to make up your mind?
The ink on your skin tells the stories of old,
Of a heart that is fire in a world that is cold.
I see the cathedral, the light breaking through,
When are you going to love you as much as I do?
The skull is a throne and the roses are cast,
In a moment too vibrant and jagged to last.
Don't wait for the winter to find your own grace,
Or look for a ghost in a beautiful face.
The clock in the garden has started to chime,
The silver is tarnished by silence and time.
Hold tight to the breath that you’re catching at last—
Things are going to change so fast.
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@jackiejames1004 An amazingly well written and enchanting take on how bursting fragile dreams (beautifully) clears space for truer ones. Pop goes the illusion, in comes reality. Deep & delightful! 🫧💜
Your Bubble Pixie poem captures that whimsical yet poignant essence beautifully.
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The Bubble Pixie
In a realm of golden, shimmering light,
I stand a pixie, shining bright,
In layers of violet, sheer and frilled,
A world of wonder I have willed.
With wand in hand, a playful breath,
I blow the troubles out of death.
Each perfect orb, a floating glass,
They rise and dance as moments pass.
So pure, so clear, so full of hope,
Within each sphere, my eyes can scope
The dreams you held, so precious small,
The hopes you whispered to the wall.
I lift them high with whimsical intent,
On golden air, so light they’re sent.
The light refracts, a rainbow prism,
A fragile, temporary chrism.
But like all visions, clear and deep,
Not all these hopes are ours to keep.
A tiny breath, a subtle sigh,
A gentle force as time goes by.
With boots for earth and soul for flight,
I bust the bubbles in the light.
A little pop, a subtle spray,
Those fleeting visions fade away.
I blow the bubble, let it rise,
A fleeting shape before your eyes.
The dream you had, so clear and bright,
I watch it burst and take its flight.
For in the busting, raw and true,
The strongest path appears for you.
So watch the bubbles as they soar,
And do not mourn what isn’t more.
For every fleeting dream that’s blown,
Another truer path is shown.
Blowing bubble, busting dreams,
It’s not as cruel as it first seems.
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@marewho12 Squad fifty-one. Engine fifty-one. Battalion Three. Task Force Three. Injury at the strip club on the pole. Time out: eighteen forty-two
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@MarieIsabellaB @QueenAnticommie That looks like sildenafil. Maybe they cook it down and shoot it 🤣🤣🤣
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@Remi_Grl2 Im a former action guy. I wore a beard. Still do. I feel the same way about women that can run and gun with me 🔥🥵❤️
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