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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?

Stephanie Briar

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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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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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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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Choice Himself Relationship Self Love
“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Born Myself Pain Peace
Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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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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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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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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Human Perfection Rough Spirit Wild Yourself
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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