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Textile Orphan

While glanced at and looked upon
I’m never chosen.
Cut off at the edge
from my family.
While getting walked on
by everyone I go unnoticed.
Dirt is caked deep down
throughout my skin.
Someday I hope to be placed
in a home, but more specifically
my own room.





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