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[makaalz]

There lies a little rabbit,
Dried and dusty,
By the old road-of-rails
whose form it so reflects.
Once sleek,
fast,
miraculous;
Now it lays crumbling in the gravel.

I held you once, little rabbit:
I tore the tufts you gave me,
Ran fingers along your spine exposed,
Left you to sleep.
I could see where your heart was once;
who took it, I wonder?

Here, little rabbit,
Find a place to bury yourself-
Keep yourself secret for me,
and I'll come back to lie beside you.
You and I could live forever,
I promise.
(But,
         someday,
                            I will die.)