Death (re submission.) by ~ Owner Of A Lonely Heart ~
The knife is sharp,
I prepare to take the cut,
My old golden harp,
is in the corner covered in dust.
The knife is steel,
will cut through anything,
wood, metal, plastic,
even skin.
So as I prepare to take the slice,
and be happy and rest,
I cut the chicken,
for my dinner guests.
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