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He had a lead paint smile
But the way it curled up at the ends
Held a certain charm
He was rough around the edges
Cigarettes and bad intentions
When I let my thrift store heart
With it's fondness for the pushed aside
Worn and slightly broken
Cast a shadow over the skull and crossbones
Sitting on his lips

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