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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?

Stephanie Briar

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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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