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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.

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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Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself
Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Believe Home Hope Kiss Myself Night Promise Rose Yourself
Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
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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Best Creation Divine Nature Ourselves Religion Seek Sky True
The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Eyes Ignition Mischief Myself Relationship
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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Bloom Eyes Hope Life Lost Myself Philosophy Relationship Remember Return Time Word
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
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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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Compare Force Search Worth
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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Human Perfection Rough Spirit Wild Yourself
Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Devil Goodness Myself Remember
I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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Born Burn Fall Fire Inspirational Light Motivational Myself
Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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Death Funeral Memories Oneself Time
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

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