
...Three stanzas completed, four lines each of equal meter, alternating rhyme. True and emotive, without error but one, without love. So in this instant, off the cuff age, I found a new friend in button which reads 'Delete,' and in an instant, my error is erased (more accurately, the full consequences of my error are erased).
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Bliss of Erratum: Grace.
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