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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.

Stephanie Briar

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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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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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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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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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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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