The More There Is The Less You See
The more there is the less you see. What is it?
Darkness. There more darkness there is, the less you can see.
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Say My Name
Say my name and I disappear. What am I?
Silence.
An alternate version is, “What is so fragile it breaks when you say its name?”
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What Work is Never Finished?
What work can one never finish?
An autobiography. Unless you’re writing it in your death bed I suppose, but even then, how will you be able to record the time of death?
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It Is Hate
It is hate and has hate in it, but it isn’t hate.
Hatred.
By Sef Daystrom
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I Move Without Wings
I move without wings,
Between silken string,
I leave as you find,
My substance behind.
What am I?
A spider.
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