Postage, A letter to Brooklyn

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My Ren

For a moment there, I saw an ounce of promise in you.

But you weren’t strong enough to follow through on that.

I just hope, for your sake that you one day find it again;

That you manage to brush away the rubble in your head and find a way to love,

and be loved.
It’s something you’ve been without for far too long.

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