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

Stephanie Briar

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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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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 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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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