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Secondhand Merchandise
You want a bit of me, don’t you?
Although I have a previous owner
You are tempted; I could be yours
I warn you, I’ve been well worn
There are a few rips and tears scarring my history
I am faded; my image only just visible
But, you’re secretly impressed
You’ve been after one like me for years
Hunt me down
Make your offer
Try me
No need to wear me in
Soft, smooth,...
Friday 25th September 2015 8:55 am
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