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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.
I have a tongue, but do not talk. I follow close, but neither run nor walk. Coupled and hitched, but never married. You couldn't bear the load I've carried.
This veggie is characterized of long stalks or shoots taken from the plant. They have a strong odor when cooked and can influence the color or urine
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
What is full of holes but still holds water?