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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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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 am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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