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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.

Stephanie Briar

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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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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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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 am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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