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I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
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.
A beacon from home to guide your way. It can be a lifesaver on a stormy day. What is it?
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.