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I used to love you, use to hold you got used use to us I`m familiar with your soft skin and your lips… I am used to our kisses.

I was used to you gripping my hips pulling me close while looking me deep inside my eyes…. I`m used to you.

I miss you.

The beautiful person you are I am used to. Now I`m without you. someone else is use to you.

You used me. Your use to using people until they don`t have anything left to give you.

You’re just used to doing this.

You’re just use to it….

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I followed a butterfly into the woods I admired the little butterfly.

I dreamed I was flying behind him. We had a magical time just being butterflies. Jealously grew inside of me as my butterfly exterior melted off.  I came back to the realization that I was myself again.

The butterfly kept flying. I wanted to fly with it into another life. A tear dropped as I gazed at the butterfly  flying away. I knew that type of freedom the butterfly has I can only dream about. As I went back on to the plantation my hands ached they shared the pain with my knees.

From picking cotton.