Handkerchief - Poem by Hanson Chen
Are you there?
Yes, I am a handkerchief.
Right here, in his suit coat pockets.
Woven by the finest cotton
or with the most majestic silk.
Embroidered with magical designs.
Different from all else.
My only purpose...
is to wipe...
the nose of my owner.
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