My Cardboard Balcony

This One's Free by Belinda Roddie I had a price tag on my arm that reminded me how much I was worth, but you ripped it right off my skin and kissed the mark it left behind. I was all bar codes and clearance stickers, and you scraped them away with love and patience, and when you pulled me from the store, I felt more human than merchandise.

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