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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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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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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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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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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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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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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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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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