A walled dot
Dark, lithe trunks scutter brisk
More Donna Karan'd than surrealist
Busy in a random sort of way
yet purposeful
No arthropodic icon
No cliche'd contemplations of the insect-human analogue
Just me
and a bug on the wall.
Reason for writing:
being whimsical
Birth sign: Not entered
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