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Jan 17
iv
i wrote you a letter
and now i stare at
it, terrified to let
it go, untrusting
of the mailman of,
the planes, of the
weather, of releasing
control

i have all these
chains. i wish you
could see me slowly
sawing away. one
day, love, i'll stand
on my feet
Written by
Bridget Kellum  34/F/United States
(34/F/United States)   
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