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I am always in front of you, but you will never see me. What am I?
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
I have two hands but cannot clap
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
It is by nature, soft as silk; A puffy cloud, white as milk; Snow tops this tropical crop; The dirtiest part of a mop
Dark, feathery, and popular in Baltimore and fantasy books.