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A man parks his car outside of a hotel and immediately realises he is bankrupt. How did it happen?
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
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.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
Round like a dishpan and smaller than a bathtub. But the ocean can't fill it. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?