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Erase the graphite from my wall,

Read not the words that I did scrawl,

For as a sword, my pencil sharp,

Can soothe your soul, yet pierce your heart,

With my weapon, this solitary blade,

Truth does hide within the single page,

Words on paper mean more than speech,

So say the writer and I beneath,

His ultimate power, true destiny,

To write his feelings for I to see,

Now write if you will upon my stone,

For I am isolation, and yet not alone.