I tossed my heart over his barbed wire fence and he threw it back to me;
I watched it shatter on the ground.
I still haven't picked up all the pieces.
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Pinprick
PoetryA collection of short poetry that will pierce the skin, but not slice you open.
First Love
I tossed my heart over his barbed wire fence and he threw it back to me;
I watched it shatter on the ground.
I still haven't picked up all the pieces.
