Wordle #257

The crack in the sky releases terrific sparks.  They lunge down like thumbs succumbing life.  Slick rains beat thrums.  Daylight crumbles.  

Inside, impatience gives way to irked.  Luck has locked away feelings.  Numbness chums for anger.  Nature wins again.

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