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Mar 2017
i had a russian girlfriend...
to be honest?
  it would have been easier to get away
with what i just did with my neighbours sleeping...
sharpening 3 kitchen knives:
metal under water then...
    i sharpened them like a blacksmith
might take to crafting 3 horse-shoes,
cooled under the water, then checked
if sharp-enough over a fern shaft,
or a flower's pettle of made
incission...
              this stone akin to 5pm stubble...
or what's called vogue shadow...
      3 knives nearing the  equivalent to 1 scythe...
there... my friday night...
sharpening 3 knives in the dark,
a friday... what becomes "atypical" in going out...
    three knives sharpened...
                placed under water to erase
the friction burns imposed on the metal
by the stone scratched into / against...
              friday: and the 3 sharpened knives.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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