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I weaken all men for hours each day. I show you strange visions while you are away. I take you by night, by day take you back. None suffer to have me, but do from my lack.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
I'm not alive but I have 5 fingers what am i
A white field, and when it is plowed, its soil is black.
Boxers do this for a living and kids do it in the backseat for free
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.