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Sep 2016
like a pencil;
2B.
sharpened;
                    once;
                              long, long ago.

but someone broke you;
pressed too hard perhaps.
dropped you perhaps.
and you lost that point;
the point on which you live.

it's okay.
i'm the same.
we're all the same.

little pieces;
shavings of broken lead;
trying to pull ourselves back
together
again.

but pencil lead is graphite.
it isn't magnetic.
is there even anything left to pull?
dusk
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dusk  huntington beach, ca
(huntington beach, ca)   
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