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Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
They make no sense at all, In them you either fly or fall. They make you do it all. Their need is biologic, but they are most illogic. They are not real but still can be achieved, If they are just believed
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?