Eraser
An eraser is the greatest weapon
mankind could have made.
It absorbs mistakes intomankind could have made.
rubber skin and gives comfort to
the pencil whom regrets its
against creme lined paper in which
the eraser fixes without complaint
Because after all,
an eraser can only live for so long
before being destroyed by one too many tradgedies
and in the end it will only be
eraser rubbings.
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