Cactus In My Tea Cup

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every breath I count

is a hill I surmount

famished in thirst

and kissing the drought

my lips are wrinkled

and parched and dry

they smell of ember

and crack and weep shy

but a drop of water

or a drizzle would do

my throat burns red

I feel pain anew

the rooster breaks the dawn

yet the sun doesn't rise

the cactus in my tea cup

bids a gentle goodbye

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