Answer:
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
Plant whose name sounds like a dish full of dairy spread.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
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