The girls are sentimental
but squeamish of thorns
of impalement
in general
i am a target for boys
BB guns and slingshots
take down the weakest of things
and leave it lie
move on
move on
I plead to the girls
to touch me
redeem me
take me out
of the familiar
I am worth a nickle
everyone is worth at least a nickle
This is Gods law
when you are fragile
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