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bud of a cacti

hi there,
its me,
i'm here.
you came to see me.
and now i peek
from behind my young hands
at you.
still shy i watch,
your smiling eyes,
that dance at my arrivel.
slowly, slowly i smile back.
my hands un-curl, un-fold,
to show the color benieth them.



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