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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 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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the 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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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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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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