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These clothes in my suitcase are another man’s. I tried them on, but they don’t fit. Their stains and patches familiar, perhaps from another life. I check my baggage at the gate knowing I won’t see it again. Turning around I run to catch my flight.
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
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These clothes in my suitcase are another man’s. I tried them on, but they don’t fit. Their stains and patches familiar, perhaps from another life. I check my baggage at the gate knowing I won’t see it again. Turning around I run to catch my flight.
JaycubJ
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
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