A piece of paper to write a story
An ink to print each words we carry

We moved to pages by pages
Age by age, we grew by stages

Until a new page comes
And an unfamiliar word slips in a tongue

I learned.

No need to throw this rubber eraser
Just be brave and life will be easier

Though I am clueless on this
But we never know at the end, I might get a kiss.


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