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The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
What is it something that you always have but you always leave behind?
I'm a type of pizza that is folded in half before cooking to contain a filling
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.