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You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
This is needed both for courage and hardcover books.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
I met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?