May 2015
I wish I could write myself into your life
Erase the suffering, the strife.
Maybe when I learn to write
with an eraser,
I won't have to scratch out my mistakes
Erase the suffering, the strife.
Maybe when I learn to write
with an eraser,
I won't have to scratch out my mistakes
(hamilton, new zealand)
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