A dagger thrust at my own heart,
Dictates the way I’m swayed.
Left I stand, and right I yield,
To the twisting of the blade.
What am I?
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A dagger thrust at my own heart,
Dictates the way I’m swayed.
Left I stand, and right I yield,
To the twisting of the blade.
What am I?
Posted in Riddles | Comments (0)