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I no longer have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now Iām white and empty. What am I?
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
One simple click, one simple flash. A piece of memory, for years I'll last. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I run up and down the stairs without moving
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?