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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.

Stephanie Briar

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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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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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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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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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