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Pencil

For you, I’d be the graphite in your pencil.

Black smudged on your palm,

Back to when you engraved

Your first A, B’s and C’s with me.

Onto lined paper, blinding

White and silky, limitless in our potential.

The brick red shavings surround

Your cramping hand.

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