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Peeling paint flakes dust
Finger tracing cold silver rust
Grime in crevices, dull
Edge honed, cutting through it all
Rust on worn leather, worn thin
Glove skin tight around tighter kin
Memories of wood and splinters in
Every line and crease, the work within
Cleaning the blade, tracing the edge
Salt and grime, every pore, every ledge
Glove worn smooth, mirrored gleam
Pristine steel, a new gleam
Train depot echoes, empty space
Worn joints creak, a background pace
Rust on hinges, oil-caked
Finger movements, nicked and black
Rust on worn leather, worn thin
Glove skin tight around tighter kin
Memories of wood and splinters in
Every line and crease, the work within
Cleaning the blade, tracing the edge
Salt and grime, every pore, every ledge
Glove worn smooth, mirrored gleam
Pristine steel, a new gleam
Forged in fire, cooled in rain
Edge prescribes the lines of pain
Nicks and scars, a story told
Of battles won, of blades held
Flickering lamp posts cast long shadows
Whispers of the past in the wind's hollows
Concrete walls, peeling paint, worn wood
A story unfolds, in every groove
Glove pores breathe, as steel meets air
Tingling, alive, beyond compare
Edge glimmers, in moonlit haze
A moment's peace, in frantic days
Cleaning the blade, tracing the edge
Salt and grime, every pore, every ledge
Glove worn smooth, mirrored gleam
Pristine steel, a new gleam
Fingerprints fade, as the blade is sheathed
Memories linger, the work beneath
Glove, now empty, falls to the floor
Stories left, echoing, evermore
