I am a sketchbook


I am a sketchbook,
spiral-bound with care.
Run your fingers across my surface;
lay in the charcoal a little deeper
around my shadowed eyes.
Lighten your hand, gentle,
to catch the sunlit rays.
Erase my guilt,
but leave my imperfections -
they teach me
that I am only human.

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