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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.

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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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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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