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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.

Stephanie Briar

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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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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 story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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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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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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 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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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