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In a desert of moments, a hand emerges,

Fork in its grasp, a dance it converges.

A cactus stands proud, resilient and tall,

Silent witness to stories, whispers in the sprawl.

Amidst thorns and arid dreams it grows,

Yet beauty blooms, a paradox it shows.

A rose unfurls, petals soft and red,

Love's testament, in a landscape widespread. ?? ??

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