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My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily foundΝΎ Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
Do you know what you can hold without ever touching it?
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?