Returning me to the reality would have been difficult
If you were not there to erase all of my mistakes
Editing each of my errors would have been arduous
If you were not there to rub out each of them
Deleting all of my faults would have been impossible
If you were not there to remove those flaws
Redemption of my spurted ideas would have been severe
If you were not there to slay those imperfections
Framing of my real sketch would have been laborious
If you were not there to wipe off those pin lines
Casting the best of my imagination would have been hard
If you were not there to wipe out their blemishes
Living a life of uncertainty would have been easier
If you were there to wrap all my misapprehensions
Leading life without you would have been elusive
Like a painter who leads a life without an eraser.
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