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Cicadas sing in heat-thick air,
Sunlight burns through empty glare.
Cactus stands in patient pain,
Counting time with no refrain.
Monsoon’s promise, rare and brief,
Brings no balm, just fleeting grief.
I sell Cabal to chase the rain.