Representational poetry

October 23, 2012
Gliding over the paper wishing it wouldn't have happened like this. Shavings flying everywhere trying to erase the mistakes made. No matter how hard I tried the mistakes would show through never completely going away. With every swipe over the paper it fades farther and farther away, but there's still that spot that never seems to disappear. Swiping back and forth getting rid of memories hoping someday I will find them again.

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