Dull Pencil

This dull pencil still writes- 
I know there is much more inside- 
Much more to learn of its insights- 
Unsharpened, it seems to hide- 

Paper, burned out by the day- 
Folded scroll, to hide the fray- 
Words untold, lost to decay- 
Once written bold and on display- 
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This dull pencil, broke in two- 
Still capable to write anew- 
Of thoughts and fears, and dreams come true- 
It le(a)d me to this view- 

Mind that wields dull pencil, sharp- 
It thrusts inside to pour its heart- 
To bleed upon the page it marks- 
Stained page too often of discard- 
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This dull pencil held by me- 
Knows not, the art, calligraphy- 
It writes real light, flowing carefree- 
Leaving behind only debris- 

The written, down upon the page- 
Might well be inked, there's no erase- 
Pinned down upon the tides of change- 
Dull pencil writes away...