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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.