Pencil Loves Paper NotA Poem by kelvin
I give a circumcision to the
head of my pencil. While it introduces itself to the paper, and then they have full intercourse. Flowing gently across the paper's pale body and beautiful blue lines, no curves at all just simply straight blue lines. Oh could this be love? Most certainly not love. For the paper states to pencil, this is the end of our show. For we must part our separate ways with no emotion, leaving the pencil's lead oh so broken. Oh poor pencil there's more pages you will kiss before your end, listen to this notion. Fix yourself, for right now, your lead is simply broken. © 2012 kelvinAuthor's Note
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