suitcase stashed in the back
of a back closet. I've always had
the capacity to be filled, but I've
not been filled. I was designed
to go places, but I went nowhere.
My usefulness was, well, useless,
because you can't use less of what
was never used in the first place.
I've been stored away in a dark
place, longing for and loving light.
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