my_sweet_erasable_you raze were we pencil markings on a page, someone would rub us out and blow away bits of the rubber that ended us without a second thought. 141107 ... unhinged . 141107 ... unhinged love has never drawn on my heart in lines easy to erase. more like water wearing away at rock, a sharp edge tearing into skin. marks that do not disappear with time, but only made sharper, deeper in the passing. 150120 what's it to you? who go blather from