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Oct 2021
Dear one,

Write me when your legs have tired from wherever you’re running to

I sense that you are running simply because you were born running and
I can only imagine from what your eyes told me you want to get off this carnival ride but you never learned how and

I know you know that stillness is your friend if you only tried because
that must be why you asked me to hold you with my whole body and that’s why your soul uncurled its fists and
Maybe it’s all in my head but
I think you wanted to lay there forever so

write to me when you’re tired of running and

Come home to me.              


A letter to your heart;
(that I’ll never deliver)
Molly
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Molly  28/F
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