Its horror and its beauty are divine.
Upon its lips and eyelids seems to lie. Loveliness like a shadow, from which shrine. Fiery and lurid, struggling underneath the agonies of anguish and of death. Yet it is less the horror than the grace. Which turns the gazer's spirit into stone.
Invited by: Ali AlQahtani
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Day | Followers | Gain | % Gain |
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January 27, 2024 | 38 | +1 | +2.8% |
August 25, 2022 | 37 | -1 | -2.7% |
March 28, 2022 | 38 | -1 | -2.6% |
December 23, 2021 | 39 | -2 | -4.9% |
October 07, 2021 | 41 | +1 | +2.5% |
August 26, 2021 | 40 | +8 | +25.0% |