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Second Hand Daughter

The problem was
You only tried to find me
In places that I’d already been  
Collecting pieces of my shed skin
to prove  
That you know who I am
Always chasing me down  
With past versions of myself  
A second hand daughter  
Rummaged up only through thrifted stories  
I’m not composed of anymore
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