In the drain the fruit flies remain,
Swarming and residing.
They couldn't hurt a fly.
From somewhere unknowable,
They arrived. Unwanted.
Eating the grime they stay alive,
Feasting in the mistakes.
Days pass, a great harvest
Reborn selves the precursor sees.
Spawn of rot, Rulers of decay
Living to live, hopes to stay.
We, The fruit flies remain.
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