Growing on the widow ledge
you finally flower so pink and red
reminding me of summer's promise
the ruby which should have been mine
so prickly you are untouchable
you have no sense of justice
the beauty of your flower
the only asset to offer
as I give you a few drops of water
which drip from the green wells
I want to touch you, let you prick me
let my blood and pain find another place
cactus you are so lucky that you flowered
as your time is overdue, I started
to dislike you intense, as I always do
but your flower is so tender
I start to like you again…it's insane
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