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Made In China


Skin. A revealed essence made almost transparent. Fabricated, duplicated, and processed By children hung in uniformed rags. Skin. Factory stitched and wafer- thin. Mangled patchwork bares cheap prostitution. Exported, imported and yields a profit. Skin. Withered from sweat, polluted with death, The hours are long and the innocence is gone. Ignorance is not bliss. Skin. (Made In China)
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