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Sep 11. 2025
I’m a guest who feasts but never chews, I scour the bones of glass and stews. I wake at dusk, when meals retreat, What am I, that cleans with flood and heat?
Sep 11. 2025
I’m a guest who feasts but never chews, I scour the bones of glass and stews. I wake at dusk, when meals retreat, What am I, that cleans with flood and heat?