Answer:
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. I’m dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
What kind of running means walking?
It is worldwide, but once only a spider could weave one
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.