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Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I am a food with 5 letters. If you remove the first letter I am a form of energy. Remove two and Iām needed to live. Scramble the last 3 and you can drink me down.
I am not alive but I can die. What am I?
What type of shoes do spies wear?
I hide but my head is outside. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?