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Eraser Shavings

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Your eyes
Are painfully blank
As you murmur
Words
That leave a
Bitter taste
In my mouth
I want to reach
in
And rewrite
All the beautiful
Promises
That have
Disappeared
on a cloud
Of eraser shavings
To make room
For a Venus
That I look
Like a
sad
excuse
For a girl
Compared to
I sweep off
Your kisses
push them
Under my bed
With the rest
Of my night-terrors
And press
my thumbs
To my temples
Until I can't
Remember
how you taste
And write my
punishment
On a chalkboard
Fifty times
I will not
I will not
I will not
think
About
You
Not when
My heart
Proved to be
Another useless
Trinket you didn't
Need
in a box in your
closet
With your memories
Of me



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