Non-Erotic PoetryThe KnifeWe have lived all our lives in those moments of sudden shock
Before we finally realise that our throats have been cut.
Our feelings of warmth and ease come from the blood as it quickly leaves.
The hardest part of all - the knife itself we cannot recall.
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