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Oct 2016
I didn't become an illustrator by choice
the slip of words,
the heat of cheeks,
the clothing I adorn,
an illustrator, an imposter
a viel drifting in anticipation
for the yonder and all
what do I mean?
Eriko
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Eriko  24/F/USA
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