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

Stephanie Briar

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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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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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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 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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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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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