Eraser

December 30, 2009
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Love is like an eraser.
An eraser never to be used stays perfect forever.
Until you use it and love fades away.

As you get closer to the end everything has erased-vanished.

Everything is gone off the paper.
Now it's just the beginning of another story, to be erased everytime there's a mistake.





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