.The red knife
comes to mind.
The one
that bled nothing
but rust
this time years ago,
ages ago.
Stuck in the ground by rabbit traps
that mark my way back home.
Cold days will come
faster now.
Feels like I'm growing old.
And I know
no point in all of this.
Har.
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