Auction
POETRY
![woman in white and brown dress standing on green grass during night time](https://cdn.zyrosite.com/cdn-cgi/image/format=auto,w=812,h=344,fit=crop/cdn-builder-placeholders/asset-manager/A52GGBS9GIU.jpeg?w=1366&q=70&auto=format)
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I once was the auctioneer for my heart and body.
Grab a paddle and pull up a chair, boys.
The highest bidder is the winner and it is certainly never me.
Until this once worn artwork was mulled over by a special dealer.
They just didn’t realize the value of what they had in their hands.