Erasable Ink

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The ink leaks out of my pen,
A thick black casualty of its plastic corpse.
The stain seeps into the paper,
A grey marriage of accident.

But the ink is erasable,
A fallen victim to a swift strike.
The ink is not permanent,
And the words have no meaning.

And so continues the fatality
Of temporary purpose and erasable ink.





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