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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.

Stephanie Briar

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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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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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