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"Pencil"

The harder I press this pencil,
The deeper the led sinks,
And the darker I make my mark,
The more I've come to think,
That if I press your soul too hard,
You might begin to change,
That everything I saw in you,
Might somehow rearrange,
And so I hope someday my dear,
That might understand,
I cant press on you much harder,
You'll shatter in my hand.

-TS
Written by Poetrys-Not-Dead (Trent Sizemore)
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