(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

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Second Hand

What am I worth,
I am tossed
in a corner
lost together
with dirt,
waiting for
a gambler
or a loser
without
aspiration
to adore
me once more:
"Do you
understand,
I am
Second Hand!


Madrason 25-08-2012

Submitted: Saturday, August 25, 2012


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