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Number 2 HB, Number 2 HB, Number 2 HB,
I have know you all my life.
Your slender ORANGE silhouette, dressed in a neat fashion.
Tight laced, tightened up, and tarnished.
So put together.
You break easily under pressure.
I break easily under pressure.
The melancholy, the LEAD, the dread.
Sharpened is my mind like the point, DULL is the enemy.
We are quite the same you and I,
we both unravel after every transgression.
Smaller and smaller we become till there is NUB.
Where are you number 1 HB?