Butterflies 

“Butterflies are so passé

Give me words, Love”

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Excerpt from a sent mail. 

“Between tangled timezones and endless space, stay trapped, a dozen conversations in front of that mirror.  That shade of lipstick, those earrings or the taste of that lotion. Which one did you hate the most? Y’all  created a dozen replications  of the same sequence. How did y’all end up loving that reflection, when all y’all spoke about were the little things you hate? What happens to all that truth your hands spoke to her waist ” -Excerpt from a sent mail