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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.

Stephanie Briar

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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 don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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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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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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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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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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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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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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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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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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