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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.

Stephanie Briar

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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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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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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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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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