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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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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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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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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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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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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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