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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.

Stephanie Briar

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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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 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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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 glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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 count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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