The Rubber Eraser

once upon a time
in a pencilbox of mine
there lived a little eraser
shall i call it tracer? (lol)

its comes in a handy
as small as a candy
erases mistakes
tht i evrytime make

with evry rub tht i take
it slowly wears away
leaving small pieces of dirt
on my table it lay..

i set aside my eraser
stared and looked
my poor little tracer
almost covered with soot

& thn i realize, i cn rub it clean
bt thn would tht be a little mean?
to think of it i ws just concerned
though yes i knw, it hs no life on earth

bt together wif the pencil mark
it wores like pieces of dust
i sweep thm away in the dark
completely useless like rust

why is it so kind, to go tgt wif its friend?
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"broken yet tgt, therefore easier to mend" ??

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