Second Hand Poem by Madrason .

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

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