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The shorter I am, the bigger I am. What am I?
What has many keys but can't open a single lock?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I will disappear every time you say my name. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.