Eraser

Fri, 10/04/2013 - 01:47 -- xixi743

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I hold a small, pink eraser in my hand
I carefully bring the ends of the eraser toward each other
Watching the middle of it stretch
To make ends meet

I drop the eraser to my desk
And it snaps back to its original shape
I wonder how far it can stretch
Until it breaks
How much does it take for it to rip?
Or will everything snap back to normal?

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