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Eric erb

Updated: Fri, 27 Oct 2017 08:25 pm

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Eric Erb, not John Bruce. Squeezing words out of this pen. Lives in New Jersey, USA. Works as a technical analyst in Princeton. Catch more words at


Laughing, this isn’t paper! These wretched little scars I leave Across these blank sheets of pulped up trees with puny glory dreams of a sand grain As if that mote could grow up to be a boulder he leaned over, whispered volumes with his gaze You are detachment

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Blog entries by Eric erb

Walkabout (02/05/2018)

Round route (27/10/2017)

Waiting (23/01/2017)

One Aspen (22/01/2017)

Outrage (31/12/2016)

Reflection (29/12/2016)

express (29/12/2016)

First Flight (12/12/2016)

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