How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
STEPHANIE BRIARIn 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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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 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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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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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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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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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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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 am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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