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What liquid can contain the soul?
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
With sharp edged wit and pointed poise. It can settle disputes without making a noise.
It's what light turns into in the night