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maryl
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My head was hammered into shape, scarred by sharp chisels, scoured by a file. I often gape at what faces me when wearing rings, I thrust firmly against a hard object; hollowed out from behind, I strain at what stands between my lord and his heart's desire at midnight. Sometimes I pull back my nose, guardian of gold, when my murderous lord plans to steal treasures from those whom he has disposed of, just as he pleases.
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« Last Edit: Sep 4th, 2003, 5:16pm by maryl » |
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zero
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Re: My head
« Reply #1 on: Jul 12th, 2003, 3:32pm » |
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i believe the answer is a key
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maryl
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on Jul 12th, 2003, 3:32pm, zero wrote:i believe the answer is a key |
| Yes, that unlocks the mystery. I think you are familiar with these kinds of riddles.
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