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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.
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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