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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.

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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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