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I wonβt break if you throw me off from the highest building but I will break if you place me in the ocean.
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
I have hands but cannot clap. What am I?
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?