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The turquoise graphite-tipped wooden piece has been my Dream Weaver for years. I scribbled those beautiful thoughts with my graphite pencil on pale white sheets of paper.. on messy last pages of my notebook.. on the benches I sat.. On the Walls I leaned.. On the broken en route towards bliss.. Those are My Sweet Graphite Dreams...
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