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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.

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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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