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You seek me out when your hunger's ripe. I sit on four legs and smoke a pipe.
I am not a toy though many use me for pleasure. I have a butt but I cannot poo.
I see what you see feel what you feel and hear what you hear. I know all of your moves before you make them. I even know the moves you didn't make.
I am the beginning of eternity the end of time and space the beginning of every end the end of every place.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?