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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?

Stephanie Briar

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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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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 weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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