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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.

Stephanie Briar

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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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