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my bags
they are neatly stacked
containing my life
a few fragments of fibre
a few letters
a few photos
the rest can all stay behind
too stained with you
i tie my laces
check my face
sad
but relieved
i start my car
i leave
leave
leave
i go
faraway
i go
to where
i have always wanted to be
this is my heart
on the threshold
of my imagination
