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PRAXIS_FR054 @marni

ITMT_FR039 @marco.rebora “These cursed nails won’t stick the floor!” He flipped and swung, his hammer wild, The anvil laughed, a voice defiled. By dawn, his hand a crimson trail, The wood drank deep where blood did sail. The nails? Still flipped. The house?

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ITMT_FR041 I chew and the world tastes of cloth and Monday

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MFKP_FR037 @venerus

ITMT_FR040 Heads over time

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ITMT_FR039 Renovations be flippin’ your world like a pancake!

DIWH_FR051 Oh, the dress of endless guise, Twists of silk, a serpent’s ties. A thousand forms in fleeting glow, Yet none that steady hands bestow. Wrap it close, then let it fall, Echoes rise, a siren’s call. But lo, the knots betray the scheme— A tangled art, a waking dream. Infinite dress, thou teasing wraith, Mocking skill, yet holding faith. Through chaos spun, thy beauty sings, A fleeting dance on shifting wings.