I'm often used each day, to wash the oils away. Do not stare too hard at my word, For I am not a fake turd.

I can make you go high, but I can't make you fly. In my center you'll find the fun, approach my edges and you'll be done. I'm stretched, pulled super tense, test my limits and be flung to the fence.

My family is weird. As I warm up for you, I become soft and sweet. My sibling also warms up soft but not sweet. I have a cousin by the same name who simply explodes when he gets heated. Despite our differences, we're all delicious in the end.

I come in many sizes but often leather. I usually hold things up or hold them together. Inside things of metal, I'm intended to spin, But I stay still outside for those with skin.

I am visited by the sick and dying, but I can't heal anyone. This is because I do not own hands, although I do have wings.