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My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?