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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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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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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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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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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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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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