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1 like • 19d
When you went for that Matte finish, the foundation didn’t match🫰🏿🫰🏿🫰🏿🫰🏿
Tap-In Tuesday-Micro Offerings
Today centers contact around…Mantras (What are some mantras that you live by, or your favorite mantra that carries you throughout your day? ) A small trace. A mark left without explanation. What you offer can be brief. A line. An image. An acknowledgment. Leave it where attention happened to land. Here's my Offering: "My joy is personal,y peace in non- negotiable" "I am standing on every version of me that I outlived" "I release what I cannot control" "In order to get something that you never had, you gotta do something that you've done"
Tap-In Tuesday-Micro Offerings
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@Angella Kim-Mack That growth one hit home
3 likes • 19d
I’m a beast ( debunking the negative connotation) Can’t nobody stop me, but me. Never go against the grain. Family first.
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@Michelle Cox you just put me up on something I didn’t know. A poem and the background knowledge. I see you.
3 likes • 19d
@Ericka Floyd Hats off to you for your service. “Talk about ride or die”🫰🏿🫰🏿
MoodMark Monday
(Activity) Inner Weather Check (Exercise) Name your current internal climate using weather language. One phrase or term only. No explanation. Here’s My Offering (Example): It’s partly cloudy with unexpected pockets of peace, learning not every good day has to announce itself before it arrives. 💜 #SouthernSeoulSpeaks #Tresduravia #SeoulScribez
MoodMark Monday
3 likes • 20d
The forecast of rain has flooded the barren fields of my eyes and the flood seemed to never sway. Finally, I see fields of greenery as the Dung beattle passes by and states, I’ll carry that shit away.
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@Naomie Thomas Dope asl
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Sonnet 2 Templed caskets matrix physicality, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto? The accursed accrue immorality But life goes on, smoke rings are blown to cope Busted thought bubbles mimic shattered dreams. When life ain’t lifing, how can you judge me? When the cadence of my canter recedes, Will I burn in hell, at the gates make a scene? But this goes back to physicality. How can I burn in hell with no body? Bodied now no body, the dichotomy. Hell, hell ain’t no hotter than Hennessy. Caskets no longer mason dark prophecy. Yet reveal the matrix’s auto atrophy.
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Tiara Nelson
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@tiara-nelson-1598
I’m not a rapper, I just rhyme and politic, it’s just rhythm and poetry with rhythm and prolificness.

Active 19d ago
Joined Jan 20, 2026
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