subtle
the sawshows its
teeth,
but you
see, they
cant
be cleaned.
water is
harder than
wood,
so the
saw chooses
meat
for meal.
the orange
grows like
a beard
on the
face of
a blade-
its juices
dissolving the
day
old age
arrives like
a breeze,
suddenly.
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