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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.

Stephanie Briar

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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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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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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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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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 fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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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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