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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.

Stephanie Briar

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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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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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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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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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