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Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
I am nothing really at all, Yet I am easily foundΝΎ Ignore me at your own peril, and you might end up crowned!
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.