steam the mirror

Sent Mail:

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I just woke up from this dream where you and i were both younger and in these fucked up situations.
Like smoking crack fucked up.
we were sitting on this bare mattress in an empty room.
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you quietly asked me, “do we make each other’s hands?”
and i grabbed yours and said, “I like to think so.”
and then i let go.
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and i woke up.
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i’ve had an abnormal amount of dreams about you lately.
not sure what it means.
probably something about getting older and time in general.
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i’d say i hope you’re doing well, but i know you are.
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getting something in the mail from you was kind of glorious, even if it wasn’t for me.
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sorry if there are any typos or general weirdness in this email.
i literally opened my eyes, stumbled in the dark for the laptop, and typed this out.
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it’s time for coffee and work.
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x,
Erica
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