too afraid to speak,
you must not be helpless,
nor shall I let you become me
because I belong to the same creed
as they have been, who channeled all
the thoughts to cross their mind, in words
branching out of their brain, and well they do
leave my material, beading into a wreath of mute
cicadas as my empathy for your cancer of speechless
tendencies, so chew over some of them to release essence
of the beastly shells, and gulp down all your emotions in poison
of my cheat, so you die
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Linking it with Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 158.
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