I am a tiny plastic box
containg the strongest string
The thinest, strongest, smoothest
I slid into the tiniest spots
Swinging back and forth, back and forth
like a playground swing
Like the swing of my childhood
a wrecking ball
Taking out the smallest to the biggest items
I leave a calm cooling wind through your teeth
minty and slick
Sliding far and back
Thin as a sword
Most may think I'm made of steel
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