My motley baggage forlornly there waits,

Moves out of sight, then returns seductive.

Quite the collection of foolish ill fates

Begs my embrace, its place within me live.

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I paid a large fee, astoundingly steep

For that antique steamer trunk filled with angst,

Circling with boxfuls of pain I did keep,

The quiver of barbed revenge arrows banks.

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Bevy of mistakes so heavy they weigh,

Scattered disappointments rotate around.

I'll not carry this load another day,

Unwelcome it lays, an unsightly mound.

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My soul freed now that my baggage of hell

Remains abandoned on the carousel.