Condemn the hopes of angels,
list inky dreams and then,
capitulate to misery;
render hopes defamed.
Generate a single goal,
sense that bitter end,
channel fears toward it;
smell the fires of hell.
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2015/01/11/wordle-195/
i wish I can do this,
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Many thanks.
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