Nomad

I am the girl who never unpacks.

I live in my toilet kit, even at home.

I camp in a tote bag and hide in my backpack.

My toothbrush never leaves its place.

So when I take a few clothes out, it means I'm finally happy here.


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  1. Dang, that poem was so short, but so deep :O

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