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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.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?
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Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?