Brown suit case in the corner:
Where have you been?
Circle around the terminal.
Hide what's within.
What to take when I move from this place,
and what to leave behind?
Until they look inside with their scanners.
See my secret life, inside the suitcase in the corner.
No where their eyes don't pry.
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