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Me: The Pencil

I kiss the paper with my lead.

I walk around at a 45 degree angle.

I draw sketches and write stories.

I'm a magician making words disappear.

I scream as I get partly eaten

by a gigantic monster.

I am born with many skin colors.

I have rainbow colored friends.

I shrink and shrink as a grinder shreds my feet.

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