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You can hold it without using your hands or your arms. What is it?
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
I have a neck but no head. I have a body but no arm. I have a bottom but no leg.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?