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

Stephanie Briar

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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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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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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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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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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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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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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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
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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