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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.

Stephanie Briar

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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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