The Haven: 1997’s Thespians.

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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎• THE EUGENES (MORENO.) DOSSIERS:

📹: WRITE ME A SHEET (AVAILABLE.)
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📹: ON FORTY WINKS (UNAVAILABLE.)
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Oh My Virtuous Muse,
                             Endeared Fiennes.
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STYLOGRAPH AND INKLING;
May this words forged on her marrow.

This man has nothing but a fascicle of jaundiced mulch while he was sighting a woman in awe. Likewise their condition might merely prevailed within this particular epoch, he ken that he ought to be unwavering about hailing one's salutations. This lady was an unmatched benevolence, the scarlett lipstick was a reconciled bijouterie, it was lavish on her flawlessly schemed facade with a scant ornamental accent from eyes that been bewitching his perspicacious soul, these eyes couldn’t grasp a vista of another perception even though these flowerets were tantalizing his sneezer. “Syllables, could she recites these syllables to hark his stolen attachment?” Neither of those will-o'-the-wisp could ever bridge his veneration on Martin Edwards, Ren Honjo, Okkotsu Yuuta, and Han Taesan countenance. Thus, may he grants you a wish for trade of your philanthropic company in pursuing a land of whimsical petals over the sheet of admiral letter from this foremost man—Moreno Leifje.

“Allow me
to write our beautiful memories
into verses that heal every wound
left by our past.”


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤ(ELEGIAC SIDE.)

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀     MORENO LEIFJE
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀is calling….

⠀⠀ ⠀“︎The Eugene Ralph (1993.)”
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎STYLOGRAPH AND
                INKLING,

     Yes, Halvah, I am a madman.
     The ink chooses to be under
     the wings of mine—
     to delineate, you, darling.
     As the dawning bud of
     dopamine; you—‘d undyingly
     be the wind to my bloodless
     stings.

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                           1993.
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎• THE BERNABYS (.) DOSSIERS:

📹: WRITE ME A SHEET (AVAILABLE.)
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📹: ON FORTY WINKS (UNAVAILABLE.)
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Oh My Virtuous Muse,
                             Endeared Moore.
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ENTOMBED IN SOLACE;
He who seeks mirth.

Wreckage of time and the sheer willpower of those who yonder beyond the scene. He, ....., the awe-inspiring detective who mourns the agonizing death of his dearest beloved. Missions are sacred and delicate in their line of work—a simple mistake could lead to a tragic end. Thus his beautiful marriage had come to an end, as his doleful wife was pierced trough her heart in front of his teary eyes. “Be safe, my love. Though I ought to leave you too soon, promise me you’ll find another love in this lifetime too.” A bitter memory in the deepest part of his mind—etched in his own consciousness. “Another love, she said.” He thought to himself as he looked in the mirror—the face of ..... was carved onto his visage. A broken heart that needs mending, one that was shattered by bullets and knives. If only someone would pick up his broken pieces and mend it all together, even just for one night—would you take his hand and guide him to mirth?

“Thank you for filling my life,
my dearest. Forever, I shall carry
the memory of you in my heart.”


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤ(ECLIPSED SIDE.)
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ㅤㅤ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀          SOMEONE
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀is calling….

⠀⠀⠀“︎The Bernaby Emmets (1992.)”
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎• THE BERNABYS (.) DOSSIERS:

📹: WRITE ME A SHEET (AVAILABLE.)
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📹: ON FORTY WINKS (UNAVAILABLE.)
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Oh My Virtuous Muse,
                             Endeared Moore.
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

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ENTOMBED IN SOLACE;
He who seeks mirth.

Wreckage of time and the sheer willpower of those who yonder beyond the scene. He, ....., the awe-inspiring detective who mourns the agonizing death of his dearest beloved. Missions are sacred and delicate in their line of work—a simple mistake could lead to a tragic end. Thus his beautiful marriage had come to an end, as his doleful wife was pierced trough her heart in front of his teary eyes. “Be safe, my love. Though I ought to leave you too soon, promise me you’ll find another love in this lifetime too.” A bitter memory in the deepest part of his mind—etched in his own consciousness. “Another love, she said.” He thought to himself as he looked in the mirror—the face of ..... was carved onto his visage. A broken heart that needs mending, one that was shattered by bullets and knives. If only someone would pick up his broken pieces and mend it all together, even just for one night—would you take his hand and guide him to mirth?

“Thank you for filling my life,
my dearest. Forever, I shall carry
the memory of you in my heart.”


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤ(ECLIPSED SIDE.)
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ㅤㅤ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀          SOMEONE
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀is calling….

⠀⠀⠀“︎The Bernaby Emmets (1992.)”
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎• THE BERNABYS (.) DOSSIERS:

📹: WRITE ME A SHEET (AVAILABLE.)
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📹: ON FORTY WINKS (UNAVAILABLE.)
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Oh My Virtuous Muse,
                             Endeared Moore.
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

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ENTOMBED IN SOLACE;
He who seeks mirth.

Wreckage of time and the sheer willpower of those who yonder beyond the scene. He, ....., the awe-inspiring detective who mourns the agonizing death of his dearest beloved. Missions are sacred and delicate in their line of work—a simple mistake could lead to a tragic end. Thus his beautiful marriage had come to an end, as his doleful wife was pierced trough her heart in front of his teary eyes. “Be safe, my love. Though I ought to leave you too soon, promise me you’ll find another love in this lifetime too.” A bitter memory in the deepest part of his mind—etched in his own consciousness. “Another love, she said.” He thought to himself as he looked in the mirror—the face of ..... was carved onto his visage. A broken heart that needs mending, one that was shattered by bullets and knives. If only someone would pick up his broken pieces and mend it all together, even just for one night—would you take his hand and guide him to mirth?

“Thank you for filling my life,
my dearest. Forever, I shall carry
the memory of you in my heart.”


⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤ(ECLIPSED SIDE.)
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ㅤㅤ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀          SOMEONE
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀is calling….

⠀⠀⠀“︎The Bernaby Emmets (1992.)”
ㅤㅤ
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎• THE BERNABYS (TSAFIR.) DOSSIERS:

📹: WRITE ME A SHEET (AVAILABLE.)
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📹: ON FORTY WINKS (UNAVAILABLE.)
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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Oh My Virtuous Muse,
                             Endeared Moore.
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