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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?

— Tessadiana, Feb 08, 2009

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Arrow

17 years 4 months ago

A cherry?

I'm not sure how kings fit in, though.

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