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Feb 2016
wander to a place called home
where you can curl in bed
and not be bothered by dread,
where you can lie your head
on the soft pillows

but resentful, no,
a new chapter will stumble in
to bother my slumber
and knock on my door
until then, I'll count every speckle
of dust
Eriko
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Eriko  24/F/USA
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