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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.

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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 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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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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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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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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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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