Beneath the veil where poets weave their lore, A siren hums secrets by a shadowed shore. Her quill, once tortured, spills a heart's soft plea, Mint and orange hues dance where none can see. A statue shifts from copper to jade's embrace, Her mask aglow, yet yearning for a truer face. Twelve songs take wing when autumn's breath is near, A showgirl's spark lights up the third's frontier. With a sister's voice, their duet softly blends, Two stars reflect where a mirror's truth descends. When shall the hidden step into the dawn? In spring's bright colors or when winter's glow is gone? A letter penned, a stage's fleeting gleam, Or a brother's arms-her truth will find its stream. In fives, in pride, her palette hides the key, Where quiet heartbeats whisper what's to be 🪐
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wow this anon message just gave me goosebumps.
mint and orange hues are representative of the showgirl era.
a statue is shifting from copper to jade —> just like the statue of liberty, it’s oxidizing. changing color like a mood ring
the showgirls spark lit up October 3. two stars are reflected in the mirror of truth (meaning TWO showgirls are really behind it all).
but when should we know about the hidden stars existence? in the dawn = new beginning
in fives, in pride —> pride month!! JUNE 5th!!!
quiet heartbeats are whispering, are you listening?
a brother's arms-her truth will find its stream. in pride, her palette hides the key
I Love You to the Moon 🌙 and Saturn 🪐
Omg. The original message tags says this message was received Tuesday, Aug 19, 2025
290 = 11 • 41w 3d 🔄 3/14
Kaylor Love Lockdown March 2014
wow. i love this so much.
