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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.

Stephanie Briar

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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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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 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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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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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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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