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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.

Stephanie Briar

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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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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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 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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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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 memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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