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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.
You throw away my outside, you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside. What am I?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
Always in you, sometimes on you. If I surround you, I can kill you. What am I?
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