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Secondhand Angel

no perfection on my lips
can't claim to be anything
but secondhand
still just as pretty
torn and frayed on the edges
a stain here a tear there
wrinkled, though as new
but secondhand
fallen and free
squandering life away
these shackles break skin
another scar, good as new
but secondhand
heart isn't quite right
hasn't run properly
but i can still love
it's good enough
but secondhand
just like everything else
forgiveness and what we knew
it's still like before
my dreams, all in your grasp
your secondhand angel



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