Every time I begin to clean with a magic eraser I feel sad, because of the pure white and clean lines soon to be smudged and torn apart. I console myself with it's function, the beauty of it's usefulness; but still.
on my fingertips
the small noises
of a still night
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 7:20 PM UTC
Every time I begin to clean with a magic eraser I feel sad, because of the pure white and clean lines soon to be smudged and torn apart. I console myself with it's function, the beauty of it's usefulness; but still.
on my fingertips
the small noises
of a still night
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