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The sphere feels lighter when the geng's around.
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A PORTRAIT OF UNYIELDING GRACE: Ink-black eyeliner sharp as a verdict and a stare carved from quiet thunder! robed in $HADOWS and sculpted light, his throne built from silhouettes, silk, and swagger.✶
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robed in shadows and sculpted light. ♥
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ㅤㅤ (Orbiting Coruscant: under neon stars) The hum of the city, the chill of hyperspace, and the quiet glow of my saber light make me hum an old tune from the Outer Rim. ☆
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ㅤㅤ (Orbiting Naboo: in the hush of love’s gravity) The pulse of the galaxy slows, my breath steadies under twin moons, I stand composed a silhouette carved by affection and starlight.
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(Strolling through Coruscant) My coat sways like a rogue in the Republic's glow. ☆
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(Vibe of a Jedi off duty!) Saber off, style on, the Force still follows my stride. ✦
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