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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 count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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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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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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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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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