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I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
As light as a feather, but you can’t hold it for ten minutes.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
What do angels sing in the shower?