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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.

Stephanie Briar

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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Abundance Control Hold On Love Myself
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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Body Devotion Dreams Myself Name Park Past Relationship Religious Sex Worship Yourself
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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Direction Ego Energy Feeling Focus Harm Healing Soul Starve Yourself
I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Admire Burn Love Myself Tongue Yourself
Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
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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Lost Love Myself Place Relationship Seek Yourself
The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Born Myself Pain Peace
“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Eyes Ourselves Relationship Thinking Time
The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Eyes Ignition Mischief Myself Relationship
In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Absence Light Moon Myself Prayer Stars Way
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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Death Funeral Memories Oneself Time
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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Human Perfection Rough Spirit Wild Yourself
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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Bloom Eyes Hope Life Lost Myself Philosophy Relationship Remember Return Time Word
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
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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Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings

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