Each butterfly is the ghost of a former flower, returning to visit itself. ——Zhang Ailing
I am willing to be your soul, and are you willing to be my remnant?
I am willing to wander around you and turn into a butterfly, but are you willing to be my only little flower?
I am willing to love you forever in the way that a butterfly loves a flower. Are you willing to be entangled with me until the other side collapses?
——Wedge
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