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Mar 2016
I know places*
don't ask for directions

be careful
I will let go
of the grip

don't ask me why
there is a road
and there is a place

I'm alone for now
so come, occupy my lonely hand
there are places
placed to fill

I do not know of a home
so don't imagine
*there is a way back
Eriko
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Eriko  24/F/USA
(24/F/USA)   
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