Answer:
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
The French word for 'fun size' in women's clothing.
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.
The more of it there is, the less you see.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.