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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.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
What kind of room has no windows or doors?
What goes through a door but never goes in. And never comes out?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?