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When you stop and look you can always see me. If you try to touch you cannot feel me. I cannot move but as you near me I will move away from you.
I take off my clothes when you put on your clothes. I put on my clothes when you take off your clothes
I bring light to a dark world. In a current I travel and through tunnels I am hurled. Touch me and I'll kill you. What am I?
The more of this there is the less you see. What is it?
I am a king who's good at measuring stuff. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?