I have managed to squeeze every bit of my body

inside a green colored suitcase and I am going to
find home in the mouth of

a place whose fire has long eloped with the wind.

I remember holding my sides with my fingers as laughs nearly

ruptured my body but now that place is a shadow, a redundant
figure of once it once was.
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