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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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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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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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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 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 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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