By bootsybrown
The small ants
The day and night
Crawling on walls
On the ledges of windows
The spies come
Surveying the outposts
Some die when it swaps away
Crushed to tiny bits
The small ants
It never says die
They come again
Through cracked walls
Climbing through open windows
Searching comrades looking for food
Crossing as if the world is theirs
No border no rule to engage
Try all recommended liquids
The small ants still crawling in
The mutation of its lives
The small ants just never go away
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