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Feb 08, 2009
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the riddle
cut me and i bleed red
yet my heart is made of stone
dont pick me for long and i will wither
new i shine alone
i am a kings gift
but outside i was born and stayed
as you kiss me you will find the rock
then throw me away
what am i?
yet my heart is made of stone
dont pick me for long and i will wither
new i shine alone
i am a kings gift
but outside i was born and stayed
as you kiss me you will find the rock
then throw me away
what am i?
— Tessadiana, Feb 08, 2009
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A cherry?
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