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Oct 2019
there’s a suitcase
in an unmarked grave
bearing your name                

inside
my former self rests
alongside a fragment
of a ship
which floats no more        

that fateful journey
on the wings of sorrow
is buried forever

in a suitcase
fastened with three locks        
          
it’s my immutable, final
          ~ I love you
Written by
Margaret Boon Ward
158
     --- and Mandalina
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