Against every urging,
every warning,
every behest,
the bravest cactus
shook loose every spine.
His smooth green flesh
was laid bare to the desert.
He sighed.
The wind swept new
against his now naked skin,
lulling him to sleep.
He was devoured in the dark,
by he knew not what
for such is the folly of hubris
among cacti.
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