ClothA Poem by AJ DouglasFrom our conception we were constructed of different cloth destined by fate never to share a wardrobe or dresser drawer I of common cotton treated with no regard inexpensive to replace becoming stained and pilled cut up into rags to be used to wipe away spills before being callously discarded You woven from threads of the world's finest silk sewn into a tailored suit scrupulously cared for
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