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My one on one time begins as soon as I pick up this pencil Writing to release these contemplations The lead takes me to a process of distillation Being careful not to run out from this eraser Our everyday mistakes can be related to an eraser Once you run out from your eraser you cannot wipe away any errors So you carefully choose and think wisely Being mindful of the insufficiency and blackness of the eraser No matter how many times you erase there will always be a trail of black spots left behind Live life as if you were running out from your own eraser That way you pursue perfection and not mistakes Don't be the eraser that runs out quicker than the lead Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa All rights reserved.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Eraser
My one on one time begins as soon as I pick up this pencil Writing to release these contemplations The lead takes me to a process of distillation Being careful not to run out from this eraser Our everyday mistakes can be related to an eraser Once you run out from your eraser you cannot wipe away any errors So you carefully choose and think wisely Being mindful of the insufficiency and blackness of the eraser No matter how many times you erase there will always be a trail of black spots left behind Live life as if you were running out from your own eraser That way you pursue perfection and not mistakes Don't be the eraser that runs out quicker than the lead Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa All rights reserved.
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
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