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Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
A doctor might remove one from the neck of a Dracula victim.
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Food
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Kids
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What am I?