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This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
Autumn leaves and bad bowlers wreak havoc on this
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
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.
In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!