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Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
There are two bodies on the floor. They are surrounded by water and broken glass. How did they die?
Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
What kind of room has no windows or doors?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?