onacarom
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What can fit inside a suitcase?
She opened the empty bottle of perfume
to smell one more time
the memory of love hidden there
The suitcase was waiting
on the bed
for that bottle that always
accompanied her
her suitcase
so full of voids and goodbyes
Nothing was left in the closet
the last sheet of the calendar
living there
was already fallen
taking away with it
those days so full of dark light
and imposed sins
There was no more sadness
nor more excuses to hold on to for
not be better
It's over it's over
it's over
No more knocking on the door of deserts
She opened the empty bottle of perfume
to smell one more time
the memory of love hidden there
The suitcase was waiting
on the bed
for that bottle that always
accompanied her
her suitcase
so full of voids and goodbyes
Nothing was left in the closet
the last sheet of the calendar
living there
was already fallen
taking away with it
those days so full of dark light
and imposed sins
There was no more sadness
nor more excuses to hold on to for
not be better
It's over it's over
it's over
No more knocking on the door of deserts