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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.

Stephanie Briar

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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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 day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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