There is a thick pile of letters on my desk that grew from nothing this year, most of them the kinds that don’t need to be answered. The one you gave me today is on the very top. I have pages of my own stale poetry buried underneath it all, I’d rather see people make fearless proclamations of love and disaster than my stuttering hesitations at a mirror.
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