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May 2023
what is this
the need to scrub the suds
off of time

the pull to dust off
buried dreams of starships
and gusto

a gusto that
sounded a little like
Iβ€˜ll live

I donβ€˜t know
what this is,
purpose?

how does it exist
outside of time?
untouched by money?

how do I know
what it is
what it says?
Eriko
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Eriko  24/F/USA
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