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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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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because 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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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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 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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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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 weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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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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