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Thursday, February 7, 2008
The Knife
The knife slowly slicing the skin.
Liquid running down the sides.
I push down even harder,
Even more liquid drips out.
I make for more cuts,
each time less liquid
runs down the skin.
It's over.
I lay the knife down,
time to eat my orange.
Liquid running down the sides.
I push down even harder,
Even more liquid drips out.
I make for more cuts,
each time less liquid
runs down the skin.
It's over.
I lay the knife down,
time to eat my orange.
Harabsi Kalay
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