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I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
Crooked as a rainbow and slick as a plate ten thousand horses can't pull me straight.
The 8 of us go forth and back to protect our king from a foes attack
I'm found in socks ties and hands. What am I?
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken with the other I hold on.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?