knife
in the knife drawer,
i need to cut
something again,
everyday
it's something new
that needs to be cut
in half,
or sliced
or diced. there's
so many
dull ones
in the mix
that i never use or
sharpen.
ancient knives from
lives past
that i never choose.
it's what i like about
you.
you bring
the sharpness with
you, no need
to sort through
the drawer
and bleed
with you around.
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