I love writing with a pencil
It has a very raw feel to it
A sense of nostalgia
A sense of longing
I love the sound of scribbling
It takes me back to the old days
Days of loaded bags
Weeks of pending homework
I love the sight of graphite on virgin paper
Splattered across like art in progress
A pencil borrowed, lost mine
Takes you back into a treasured time
Scribbling on with a blunt nib
Incoherent yet making complete sense
I love writing with a pencil
It is an artifact which helps create history
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