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Free verse № 49104

Erased

by joydoll

Member since 2003 · Posted 14 May 2003 · 2 comments

Rub it out. Wipe it clean. Erase it so you can make the same mistake again... Can't bear that sound, The constant scratching of erasers On the surface of my soul. The paper of my heart is wearing thin. Once more and I'll be torn. Beyond repair? There’s no spare copy, no extra sheet On which to trace my life. I'm tattered and undesirable, No longer myself.

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[7] Bachus 14-May-03/3:53 PM Reply
Is there not a drop of joy left in that precious doll's frame?
[n/a] joydoll › Bachus 15-May-03/11:29 AM Reply
maybe just a drop!