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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.

Stephanie Briar

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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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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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