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Fruit flies

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When fruit flies
Lost
Fly above my head

I swat
Them
Agile
Little flies

And
They dance around my
Hand

Amidst
Fingers

Knuckles covered in scabs
Blood stained from past hangnails
Scars with wrinkles
Fly with hand

Almost

Satisfaction found
When I hope
I have made a dent
In the insect population

I’ve got them cornered
Cornered with the wall
And my hand

They get away
Fly
Flutter
Float

Away