(Futility Poem) An Ant
A claim, if only to fix those mistakes.
Egregious in errors.
Make another comparison.
A sickness in perfection.
Look at you.
Just another ant in an ant hill.
Just eat your fill
Cause that's the only deal.
Keep spinning the wheel.
With magic of the unheard, buried deep in the reservoirs.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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