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Skylar M
Guest
In marble halls as white as milk
Lined with skin as soft as silk
In a fountain crystal clear
There is a golden apple here
There are no doors to this stronghold
But thieves break in to take the gold
WHAT AM I?
I've asked this many times but have NEVER gotten the right answer without giving it away
Lined with skin as soft as silk
In a fountain crystal clear
There is a golden apple here
There are no doors to this stronghold
But thieves break in to take the gold
WHAT AM I?
I've asked this many times but have NEVER gotten the right answer without giving it away