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The more I appear The less you see. So riddle me this: What could I be?
I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
If you drive on this, pedestrians and the police will be pretty upset with you.
What is it that leaps and runs and yet, has no feet?
What is always coming but never arrives?