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Sharpener and pencil She was lying in her room, Covered, with a rubber. She couldn't sleep. Her memories refused to let her... She thought about the man: The young, good-looking man. About his sharp, grey eye. And his perfect yellow suit... She thought about love And how harsh sometimes it could be. She thought about this young man, Who only used her for a bit. He came at once: He was exhausted, But everyone refused to help. She saved his life and made him sharp. However, he only used her for a bit: He was blind, she made him see. He was blunt, she made him clever. She drained herself, Only to save him. He left,because he understood, That he was a young, good-looking man, His yellow suit was shining diamond, That he was some clever wood, And she was a blunt metal. Sharpener was crying in her room, Dark, old pencil case. She was crying for her stupidity And for pencil's mind, kindness and beauty.***
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