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An Original Riddle
When found, seemingly broken
While lost, found all intact
The folly of all creation
Left in no trace but a concept
A crooked song
Yet never consistently
In debt of none but all that's wrong
Tried through all a lions family
Killed by one
And all set free
Solved by none
Remained in captivity
Small enough to swallow
Large enough to kill
Light enough for one to throw
Yet heavy enough to crush their will
Growing as a vine
And snaring all within
All it'd take is time
To catch it with its twin
(What am I?)
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