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Fabric – Haiku

Once white socks, now brown.
The odor of rotten flesh.
OK, one more round.

Smell of rotten flesh.
Humanity underground.
No whispher, no sound.

I hear a whispher,
It says, Love one another.
Through sweat, blood, and tears.

Sweat, blood and tear drops.
Pale, red, some sweet, others salt.
Same fluids throughout.

Same fluids will flow,
From a Moor, saint, child or whore.
Fulfill, do not spill.

Don’t spill my coffee!
Or if you do, that’s OK.
White shirt, with brown stain.

Shirt, socks, white, now brown.
Wash and wear, to stain again.
Fabric, still the same.

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