It was always you



I can't recall the colour of the sky

But that's not important

We were walking down the hill

When i noticed that you were limping

So i bent down to examine your paw

I can see something

A speck of white in your pad

I've got it in between my fingernails

It's growing

I'm pulling it

It's growing

Why doesn't it hurt?

Why doesn't it hurt?

Hurt?

It came out cleanly

There was no mess

A gigantic anchor made out of bone

We left it at the side of the pavement and walked on





I could hear you laughing


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