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dear zach,

i can’t bring myself to send them to you.

letters i wrote, i mean.

over my dead body, i would say, cowardly words.

very cowardly words, i know.

even my inside voice keeps yelling at me.

yelling at me to send them to you.

over my dead body, i would say again.

 

unacceptable rejection, that i fear.

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