Sharp protruding nail
Tore corner of my shirt
A little bruise, and
Sigh of Uffs!
By which corner, next
Will you tatter my wear
To enliven the crush
Peeping my heart
Pierce deep, I say
Sowing thy love
Better be now, than
To repent hammer push
Sharp of intellect
It obeyed my wish
I went near, and found
My self tattered bound
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