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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.

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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 fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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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 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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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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