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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.

Stephanie Briar

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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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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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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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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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