Answer:
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
What has 13 hearts but none beat?
What can you catch but not throw?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
I go in hard come out soft. Blow me hard and I’ll make a pop.