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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.

Stephanie Briar

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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
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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Burn Chance Growth Hands Myself Strong
He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Devil Goodness Myself Remember
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars Yourself
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Culture Live Myself
I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
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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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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Believe Home Hope Kiss Myself Night Promise Rose Yourself
Emotion = Energy in motion.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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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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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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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Born Myself Pain Peace
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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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself
The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself

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