Analog/Time Machine

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The blade’s crunch

Reanimates

Youthful

Days when I

Was drunk on the scent of

Pencil shavings —

Everything

Was innocence and I had

No worries

Beyond wearing down

My

Last

Bright pink

Eraser

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