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I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
John was going to a party and, as he approached, he could see in the windows that it was completely packed with people. He went inside only to discover that there wasn’t a single person inside
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.