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A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.
I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What flies without wings?
What can go through glass without breaking it?
What language does a billboard speak?