Cactus

Lovers
Can’t touch
Without hurting
Each other
Can’t speak
Without choking
On Dust
Can’t cry
Tears have run dry
Still, mirage is enough.
To keep them alive.
What they call love
You call sadness.
The life of a cactus.

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