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

Stephanie Briar

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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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 glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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