The fabric usually feels the same
a cloth that remains soft
similar to everyday
until, perhaps, a stain
a rip, a tear
I would love to wear the world
as was before all this
but perhaps my prior idiocy
is why we remember
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC
The fabric usually feels the same
a cloth that remains soft
similar to everyday
until, perhaps, a stain
a rip, a tear
I would love to wear the world
as was before all this
but perhaps my prior idiocy
is why we remember
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