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No language was spoken.
No code was typed. Only Wiwi was… uploaded into the cosmos.
A dream was Wiwi’d into.
The rabbit was Wiwi faced.
Questions weren’t asked.
They were Wiwi phrased.
Moonlight was Wiwi-filtered.
The snail was Wiwi-followed.
Regret was Wiwi-shaped.
Because no Wiwi had been Wiwi-bought.
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The wallet was Wiwi’d.
The screen was Wiwi lit.
Wiwi was not bought
Wiwi was boughtened.
Sleep was Wiwi-denied.
The dog was Wiwi possessed.
Every bark was heard not as sound
but as Wiwi. Wiwi. Wiwi.
The toast was Wiwi-microwaved.
The Wiwi was overheated.
Nothing survived except a single glowing word:
Wiwi.
Glory was earned.
Tanks were Wiwi-smashed.
But the war was only truly Wiwi-won
once the Wiwi was unleashed.
Gravity was Wiwi-resisted.
Physics was Wiwi-forgotten.
Up and down were Wiwi merged.
Wiwi became the axis.
“Why why?” was Wiwi asked.
The response wasn’t words.
It was Wiwi-shaped silence,
softly Wiwi’d through a smile.
The child was Wiwi-born.
The first cry wasn’t heard—
it was Wiwi’d.
And the prophecy was fulfilled.
The philosopher was Wiwi-seen.
No answers were Wiwi-given.
Only emotions were Wiwi-felt
and a quiet “Wiwi” was Wiwi-mumbled.