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A house where you are brought, If they find you or get caught. If you cross the government, This is where you will be sent.
I can be as thin as a picture frame but my insides have many things you can see.
Born in the past, but only lives in the present. Sometimes false, always personal.
In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.
I have a ring, but no hands. I used to be plugged into the wall but now I follow you every where. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.