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I caught the end of a kitchen knife,
knowing the entire time,
simply aware, of my impending slip
of the handle, making my finger smile.
It wasn’t the pain that caused a stir,
it was the element of awareness,
how my meal wouldn’t be my last,
but certainly cause me pain.

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