Pencil Sharpener

Pencil Sharpener

My pencil sharpener (my pencil shavings like to 
get high on the 
bubble of 
air clogging up 
the run of liquid in 
the pipes) was designed to 
absorb my screams of 
extreme anger. Also designed to 
absorb my 
strained whispers.
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