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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.

Stephanie Briar

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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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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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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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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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 search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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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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