She’s the whip on the top of a frappe (or froth on a
cappuccino) and the chocolate at the bottom of the nutty butty.
She’s everything I prefer.
Distance intimates perfection, but there’s forgiveness woven
in our sisterly connection that pulls weeds with care and crying compassion.
Linked in this uniquity we reside in the solace of knowing
someone knows, you know?
Stuck in the slanted blue-green checkered labyrinth of
separation, but pushed into perseverance and muscularly relaxed, knowing the
continuity of what we have is as long as life.
Love!
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