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My geometry is lost in the night to be found in daylight's break. The rigors of time have torn me to shreds, yet I stand to protect that which lies within. What am I?
If you have it, you donβt share it. If you share it, you donβt have it. What is it?
I am heavy forward but backward I'm not.
I am a tool for fairies.
I am black within and red without; with four corners round about. What am I?
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?