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[bluespirit]

I rub the hardness below me...
I has been touched by many,
Loved by few.
I tell others about you
Your length,
Your gerth,
Your many uses,

You are not replaceable,
but yet you are,
There will come a time when you are no longer needed and will be forgotten.
Collecting dust,
Only but a memory,
Until that time,
I will need you near,

What are you?

You are my draobyek.