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It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
I have legs but never walk, I may have flowers but no soil, I hold food but never eat.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.