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Chipped or ***** or dying and you can't look past it. What's special about new? Or is it that it is unused? How much beauty can you see in damage? In use? I'd like to believe you see worth in the imperfections of me. But what do I know of your soul, really? And who is to say you will leave me in any better shape anyway... All I can do is hope.
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Antiques on Dusty Shelves.
Chipped or ***** or dying and you can't look past it. What's special about new? Or is it that it is unused? How much beauty can you see in damage? In use? I'd like to believe you see worth in the imperfections of me. But what do I know of your soul, really? And who is to say you will leave me in any better shape anyway... All I can do is hope.
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
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