i hear whispers of ants
mauling astray maggot
bites seems not able
to bring her down, keep on
i pour water to ease pain
disappear in shelter of leaves
i'm convince why flies are
still around from eons ago
survival instinct; chem warfare
less needs, plus wings, great
:) we have weapons to survive
only cancer could slow us down
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