Suitcase
Got my make-up and my clothes
All the books written and told
Got all the gifts I once received
My favorite shirt with polka sleeves
A good perfume left in my bag
My huncho hat
And feathered flag
I thought I’d pack your last words
Your blurry face behind the curb
I rode my car towards the place
No sign of you in my suitcase
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