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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.

Stephanie Briar

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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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The 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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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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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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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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