Raggy Rhythm
Hem
frays a
scraggle of cotton
edge, that is non
too desireable.
Sly stitches stitch
no more, on a tie
dye scruf of
bleachy weft
damaged wear.
Breeze at the
knees
of a
ripped
knobbly pair,
make a
point
of poking out.
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