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Thursday Riddle (December 5, 2014)

Khalid Mukhtar · December 5, 2014 · Leave a Comment

My seed is desire and poison, my fruit,
And when my desire begins to take root,
It grows like a fire that makes it’s way higher
To burn all in sight of the eye of desire.
This will be my last Thursday Riddle, at least for some time. Thank you for playing.

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