Riddle Poems

I keep my succulent flesh wrapped in red velvet

When revealed, my white body glistens in the sun

And buried dee within my body you’ll find my many wooden hearts

What am I?

I sit on my black throne above everything

While I might be far away, I run through your veins

I shine bright but I never outshine my mother

What am I?

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