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I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
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
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
It can be cracked, It can be made, It can be told, it can be played. What is it?