Deaf-mute role played well
Send your thoughts through
The pitter patter of morse code
All throughout my humble abode
Blackout
Vanish
A forest made of trees burning
Smoke obscures the goal
Trees with branches yearning
Leaves forget their role
Wakeup
Blur
The comedy's over
The tragedy's due
The epic comes later
This play will take you
away
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