Blind black ants walking round and round,
Carelessly on the edges of a broken mud pot.
Fireflies dancing deliriously in the darkest spots,
Unmindful of the next moment.
Why is she then worried of a tomorrow,
Made for someone else!
So, she slid out of her home,
To wherever she thought she could be herself.

– Emily Parker

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