Fabric!
Original stain
Absorbent.
Blood,
Urine,
Sweat
Entrenched
In your woven
Tiring threads,
Laden with the
Wet assault for
Hours;
You are then
Washed with
A hypocritical
Detergent
Only to be
Readied to
Absorb again.
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