a number
two pencil in ages.
i could if i wanted to
but i don't.
i leave it in the little
basket staring at me.
new and unpointed,
it's school bus yellow
never fading.
the red tip of the eraser
unused.
one day.
one day i whisper to it.
don't you worry.
i'll find something for
you to do.
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