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Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
I am the yellow hem of the sea's blue skirt.
When I'm born I fly. When I'm alive I lay. When I'm dead I run.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
It's what light turns into in the night