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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.

Stephanie Briar

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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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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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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 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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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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 the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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