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A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I am believed to be only one dimensional, and tinier than anything can be, and there are many who say that I am the basis of all that we see. What am I?
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail