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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.

Stephanie Briar

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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.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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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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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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