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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail