Pencil

Blunt are we born

So full of life and strong

Chop us all you want

My skin is weak but long

Judge me not by length

For it’s magic without a dent

Judge me not by skin

But cherish what’s within

Squeeze my soul and make me cry

My pain is strong with a smile so wry

Times have changed and our shapes differed

Rub me all you want, I ain’t getting any bigger

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