The Traveler

She lived out of suitcases and ate out of styrofoam boxes.
Always on the move, home was just a mark on a map somewhere.
From place to place she stumbled in and stumbled out.
Always adding things to her already packed life but never leaving out anything.
Until she fell in love with a boy who had ordinary brown eyes.
That day her baggage seemed light for she left her heart behind.

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