Bereaved Knife
"Please allow me to kill you", implored the honest butcher, and sprinkled a little water on the face of the animal. It shook its head as if in agreement, and the knife went down. Butcher relieved a sinless sigh, bereaved knife shed tears, in red.
SK Iyer
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