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Cactus

Very few can survive in a place where there is nothing.  In nothing, I thrive.  Empty space, dry cracked rock under my feet, surrounded by sunlight and  trapped by flat horizons.  I bloom though I am thirsty.  In nothing, I wait.  Until the air gets cool, and the stone  keeping me company starts to shiver.  Under attack, I am a fortress.  In nothing, I defend.  My rough skin is unreachable to bare hands.  The same spines that protect me kill any flower I grow.  The few that survive know to surrender to self sabotage.

Cactus

Very few can survive in a place where there is nothing.  In nothing, I thrive.  Empty space, dry cracked rock under my feet, surrounded...

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