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With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?