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
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