Dear Un-/Non-apologetic Souls,
In that Coldest mode
(How lucky you are
to be excepted from shame),
pressured by the weight of that
one un-summoned word,
you turn sour (Vernacular:
flagrant and full of your spit);
if I dared to cry,
might my shirt be stained
and dried before your “Sorry” ?
❧
07-09-2026
Hedera Reads 
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