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Jan 2016
a fleet of matches
to strike for our ways
carried in our pockets
saved for those rare days
they come and go
and pile on the floor
yet we never quite realize
they follow wherever we go
Eriko
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Eriko  24/F/USA
(24/F/USA)   
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