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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.

Stephanie Briar

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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Blood Easy Myself Poetry
Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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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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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself
Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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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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Anxiety Head Imagination Live Mental Shoot Stand Yourself
Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Accident Hope Light Myself
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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars Yourself
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings
I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Abundance Control Hold On Love Myself
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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