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In the desert, a flower never grows. Although it always rains, water never mires. Therefore, a dark heart,   that is soiled with hate, is like a desert; it grows not love, but wretched seeds, which bears fruit that savors bitter.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
A desert without water
In the desert, a flower never grows. Although it always rains, water never mires. Therefore, a dark heart,   that is soiled with hate, is like a desert; it grows not love, but wretched seeds, which bears fruit that savors bitter.
Jobira
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
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