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Sep 2021
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
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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