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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.

Stephanie Briar

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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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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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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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