Eraser

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Mahwah New Jersey
United States
An eraser is the greatest weapon
mankind could have made.

It absorbs mistakes into
rubber skin and gives comfort to
the pencil whom regrets its

ill made markings-a bold tattoo
against creme lined paper in which
the eraser fixes without complaint

or word of annoyance.

It knows that its existence is to right the wrong

and the eraser is okay with that fate.
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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