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I spend most of my day eating white. When I am quick enough I get rewarded with fruit and something blue. In a dark room with blue walls I run from the ghosts that roam the halls
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price I simply smile and nod twice.
If a plane crashes on the border of US and Canada where do they bury the survivors?
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.