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You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iβm dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.