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.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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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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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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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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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