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Packing up knick-knacks
In six months old
Newspaper
Taping bottoms, up
Of grocery store boxes
Sweeping up the dust
Of an old relationship
Moving out, moving in
More to life, living alone
Consequences too great
Together we clashed
Like polka-dots and stripes
Too loose, or too tight
It just didn’t fit me right
I’m crying my eyes out tonight
But, when I awake
Tomorrow morning
It will be a new day
I’ll be on my way
Footloose and fancy-free
Do what I want and say
What I please
No longer the prisoner
Who packed up these pieces
Of freedom, today
And moved away
In a truck
Without the two men.