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Why are they crumpled, tossed aside
like rags, suffocated into silence?
These are fine fabrics, soft woven,
bright patterns muted by disregard
and degradation. They did not fit
your tapestry. They are loud, wild,
riotous, inspiring. You covered them,
stitched them, fought to brand them
with your monochrome thread. Torn,
tattered, still intact -- let them make
their own design.

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