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Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
When the creeper passes, all the grass kneels
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsΝΎ lacks a head but has a face.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?