7; Eraser

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Looks like I got
An eraser
From God

It's like a pardon
A graceful
Restart

Rubber hitting
Pencil marks
They're gone

His breath scatters
Whatever's left
Fresh sheet

You erased
The crimes
Of all crooks

All crooks
Like me

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