Cotton ball

We like to be anonymous
So we are not questioned
For what should not have
Occurred in the first place,
The beginning of our story
As if we had engineered it.

We like to remain faceless
With tiny holes for breath
And a standby cotton ball
To prevent forays of ants.
They seem to know names.

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