one of three, in part of the count. taking all ten, with a single throw. done to a match, to get it lit. shaking hands, due to finalizing a deal. walking out on work, to afford to live.

I stretch and wrap around a group, affixing them as one Creatively inclined, a troop where harmony's begun

Cycle my central letter through every other vowel, and I become A prelude to an excuse Small A lifeless redditor Swinged and winged I'm spoken to sound certain, but my essense lies in uncertainty

The ol' venetian skim Rounding down, I call it What,..jizzle? It's not something lame like that It's quite elite work. Look at my tie

In the quiet moments, it softly creeps, A gentle hush where the world sleeps. A tranquil breeze in a storm's release, Found within when wars and chaos cease.