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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.

Stephanie Briar

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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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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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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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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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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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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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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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