i was only a sketch anyways.
erase it.
the rubber shavings you can just blow away
there'll be nothing left to look at,
nothing there to remember.
maybe a faint smudge of what once was.
keep erasing,
erase the songs, the music, the feeling that you had
when you drew me.
erase the cool breeze, the rustling branches, the soft crunch you heard
when you tore me.
erase the laughs, and the yelling, and the tears that you shed
when you tossed me away.
erase it.
pretend i never happened,
erase hard,
but don't rip the paper...
im sure you can draw a better picture.
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