Paper Heart
You ripped it
You broke it
You scrunched it
You smoked it
You tore it
You glued it
You cut it
You chewed it
You shred it
You beat it
You burn it
You heat it
You break it
You fold it
You dropp it
You sold it
Just take my paper heart
As you don’t deserve the real
Do whatever you like
Cause there’s nothing left to heal
poem by Lisa French
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