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Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.