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In amidst the cacti,
on dry, harsh grounds,
a bud peeks through,
glorious in colour.
A flower: out of place,
unafraid and uncorrupted,
proud and strong,
pure and right.
A glimmer of inspiration,
visible to oh so few.
A thorn in the side of
desires of melancholy.
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