PEPE / UST forum
Down, down she goes, tumbling to and fro,
A coin once shining with meme-made glow.
She danced at dawn on highs so bright,
Now drifts like leaves in autumn’s night.
The charts draw stair-steps fading low,
Support like ice where rivers flow.
If volume wanes and buyers flee,
She may brush seven-five, then seven-three.
Yet even in her darkest fall,
She’s bait for whales who wait for calls.
A wick below, a V-shaped climb,
Meme coins love to rhyme with time.
So watch the zones where bids are laid,
Where fear runs hot, where deals are made.
From seven-two a spark may show,
A frog, a fart, a coin may grow. by C.Huffman
up to 0.092 very soon
pepe is doge killer
see to pepe in 2025
big whale buy
Tf week
Symmetrical triangle pattern