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Hearts imbued with redolence fill the garden with others sent… …to pour their wine in waiting chalice of servants drunk in sultans palace. Fragrance comes before the rose, then long after the petals close. Following the scent of flower white a nightingale came to rest one night. Amongst the thorns she made her bed there from her chest, the colors bled. So the rose received its hue, from the winged messenger of Allahu.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Bleeding Hearts
Hearts imbued with redolence fill the garden with others sent… …to pour their wine in waiting chalice of servants drunk in sultans palace. Fragrance comes before the rose, then long after the petals close. Following the scent of flower white a nightingale came to rest one night. Amongst the thorns she made her bed there from her chest, the colors bled. So the rose received its hue, from the winged messenger of Allahu.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
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