Traversed by ants
A lonely path for some;
Full of slow life
And bathed in fading sun.
Encased and brittle
It offers us its fruits
And a myriad of angles.
A million tiny cells giving life to the master race.
A lonely path for some;
Full of slow life
And bathed in fading sun.
Encased and brittle
It offers us its fruits
And a myriad of angles.
A million tiny cells giving life to the master race.
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