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Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
I am easy to waste. I am unstoppable. What am I?
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.