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Sep 2015
This is your love letter
You fold it to divide it equally between whomever you deem a recipient
Love doesn’t divide, it multiplies
But also

You can
only fold
a piece
of paper
in half
seven
times

Sometimes I just want him to love me to the extent I can love him

But no one’s paper remains as uncreased as mine
Christa Ziegler
Written by
Christa Ziegler  Phoenix, Arizona
(Phoenix, Arizona)   
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