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It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
You can hold it without using your hands or your arms. What is it?
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
The more of it there is, the less you see.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.