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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.

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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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars Yourself
Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Accident Hope Light Myself
Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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Anxiety Head Imagination Live Mental Shoot Stand Yourself
Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Blood Easy Myself Poetry
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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Act Best Breathe Greatness Last Let Go Love Myself Quiet
Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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Darkness Fall Moon Myself Run Scare Stars Yourself
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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Eyes Ignition Mischief Myself Relationship
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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Abundance Control Hold On Love Myself
You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
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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Home Love Ourselves Place Return Stars Time

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