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Erase

She rubbed her eraser hard,

trying to erase the lines.

But, the creases remained,

for it had been deeply inscribed.

No matter how hard she tried,

the faint yet vivid memories,

were to haunt her forever.

#erase

#hurt #Poem #tinypoem #love #erase

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