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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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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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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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 the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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